Stained Glass

Stained glass corpses of color Transparencies of souls Caught on somber stages Cast in eternal roles Prismatic lead framed oracles Frozen at their tasks Silhouettes of entities Woven into masks Eyes of silent spirits Caught adrift in years Pressed in one dimension Chained in arc-ed spheres If their voices now could ring Of a choral note Sure it would be shrill enough To shatter all our hope