The Hawk Kitchen 4:55pm
I Have Thrown The Heart Of Humanity
Out To The Crow
Of My Desire
He’s Not Black But Silver
He Has Swooped Down
Into My Heart
To Eat The Remains
Of Me
The Hawk Hallway 7:50pm
Is That Child Gone?
The One Who Sat Cross-legged
in Her Kindergarten’s Hallway
unwindowed
practising for a bombing
with Her Head in Her lap?
–
Is She Gone Now, Married
to Her Second Husband, Her Well-loved Doctor
with The Assault on Her Marriage
of A Second Doctor
She feels forced to turn to for eternal preparedness
Practice?
The Hawk Kitchen 2:22pm
INTRODUCING NEW
DISCIPLINE FOR HUNGRY FAITH:
OLD BREAD FED TO CROWS
If I could say anything right now
anything I wanted — what
would It be?
–
The House is buffeted by a rainstorm
I Am Cosy In My Bed
(to use a phrase of WHB’s)
with tea beside Me
I Am Free
–
The Anti-Christmas Poems
are over
The Shooting Victims are being mourned
I Am Free
–
I Am Free To Love
& harbour no known hatred
–
I Am Free To Love
My Daughter, My Son, My Husband
My House, My Cats, My Country
My World, My Life
–
I Am Free To Love
My Spiritual Partner
& Believe Me — I HAVE ONE
The Tomato-coloured Couch 5:10pm
A Silver Star-spark just crossed My View
as I sat at the computer screen
— passed across My Field of Vision
diagonally from left to right
trailing a dark path
alerting Me
to read
“God Has Called Them All Home”
Joanna Gilman Hyde 