Come Saint Damien
  • Come Saint Damien

  • set upon by doves and arrows shot
    from a dear mouth as yours
    embroidered yellow on a tablecloth
    with chicken bone and dud
    hand-grenade teeth and an apple
    gnawed to talk through
    we'll wrench peace
    from the lion's maw
    supper with us, Damien, we'll boil our
    brains too soft for warfare
    we'll march a stenched beat
    into a newly spoke land

  • 6" x 4"
  • Oil pastel and color pencil on paper
  • 2007