crucified in my palms the raven is praying
the fingers bear his fear in his joints
the blood-birds disown him
smiting him in a heartbeat
across his clavicle

lost among tracks minutely sandy
I rise on my foot tips deepening into the earth
his slippery wings
which fret under the lids of the stones
painted by the wind

silent I watch his flight break
the sacraments are penetrating the dusk deeply
stars gather round him clenching
on his serene fingers which exalt in a tear
The Holy Trinity