The Monumental Kind - Sparrows

Some twenty years ago you spoke
Vanilla-bricked and mortared
When I, vainglorious, held young trees
To be old institution
To be old institution

Where Abraham of privilege
Across fixed gulf
And arms around pock-scarred Lazarus
Looked at me through fire
Looked at me and withheld water

I did not walk about the world
Cocksure as the eagle
Pecking eyes

I always sought to soar
Like Christ-beloved sparrows
Looking down on trees whose leaves
Shaded bone and marrow
Of their bursting fruit

I did not walk about the world
Cocksure as the eagle
Pecking eyes

I did not walk about the world
Cocksure as the eagle
Pecking eyes in bone-thorned fields

Alive

Written by:
James Kirkpatrick

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