Alphabet City

Eclipse. “… what they’ve done,”
holy sound; black veil.  Alpha,
omega; all time

at one with all: one.
This time, this triduum: now
burst, cry into light.

Baskets filled with food,
sun-soaked altar rail.  Sweet breads,
bitters, ascension.

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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