#5 1988
saint anthony
in the monk’s exploratory
cave of quells
after the horror
of the black queen and
her semen-slippery legs
came a period
of nothing but
the blank screen before the sanctuary
even his holy ribs pricked
with a thicket of arrows
could not prise the shroud
of his marble will
until a beam of digital prayer stared
to the heart of the dark behind