[Mark 25:34]

Across the way of tedium I stumble;
my ringing ears can't distinguish that
one voice over the synthetic screech
of the streets. My swollen eyes veiled
behind dark glasses, I pass deep inside
crowds careful not to cross anyone.

It would take the least spark to live
again, to stanch hemorrhaging hope,
some slight touch: to brush up against
the raveled hem of a holy Man.

CC 2007 Sharon Mollerus