4 in the morning and a single
night bird breathes an aria
somewhere beyond the curtain
Antique ashtrays wrought amongst
a thousand voices of auction fill
with the ashes of chain smoked
cigarettes I make more coffee
I wash my hands I stare at a
vision of St Michael This is the
morning this is the swimming
blood of mercy this is my
invisible work in the world.
~ Russell Vidrick
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