markbousfield

FAITH ALONE IS NOT ENOUGH

Quilltippedinks broad and throat-like
spoke to the skin of papers
drafted in the monksssssleep of the Hague,

the careless meander of fingers
over bone shelves oily,

we palate a rapport from angel-fugs
rapturous in their delicate dischord,

splayed prayers woollenly deliver
sacrifice over the passive eyes
and lips
and chaps
and fashions of romance,

Parables of Mexican food
help us estimate the distance
between the Earth and the Sun
with protractors
compasses
set squares
spy glasses
microscopes
tarot cards
rosemary beads
and finally faith alone
which
is no longer enough.