Best Censers Poems

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				Lux Nova
			(after Notre Dame)

The light at Suger's
	 St. Denis
precursor for mighty Notre Dame
Paints both floors in color.
Transliterated from the glass of guilds
	Tracery and mullions 
Adumbrate
A story in late winter's light
Perhaps enough, barely enough
	Enough of an outline...

Still, colors bleed
Onto freshly scrubbed floors and
Sing in their own...

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You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves crashing beneath your waist beads
 Ripples tickling the reeds of...

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They came and walked on this soil,
hands and feet shod in chains.
They marched through unending roads,
a highway of pain and sorrows.
The shackles of slavery burdened their souls.
They awoke each day,
with fears in their minds and prayers in their hearts.
They died with a song on their...

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Go home, old man, turn to your bed
and draw the covers to your eyes;
there is no papa in the skies
to hear your prayers,
were you to dare to frame them.

No spirit hovering?...to flood your mind
with golden streets?   No harps
employed by pretty messengers
with sunbeam hair?...no...

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Cross all your Salem's in foreshadowed Shalom,
do the math and burn, 
brightly back at Cairo, Memphis, Jericho-less nonetheless turn,
and those of paths now undaunted, not undone to aftermath of storm.
In the land of the free, 
the Valiance of old, be thou in phase shifting sensibilities,
like...

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