A Sacred Bird

to revel in restitution.

to vanish the levied
flames of Scientific Love;

to caravan Lunatic angels.

to wet my beak with
ten thousand tears,

photograph the void
in our structures,

and pencil through our previous lives
with paper and powder blue.

to confer mercy,
the soul of Paradise;

the negative space of a sacred bird
we have yet to encounter.

A Confessor’s Will