'Now the books of prophecy'

i.m. Simon Parsons


Now the books of prophecy
are lost, and the great sequences
that were to replace them
have been left to us as fragments:
you were the only one
to find a few myths still entire
or consider the possibility
of angels, along with all
that they carry with them,
as I never could.


Perhaps you meant to go on
to enter the ramshackle houses
that the dead inhabit
and sit for a while among those
who sent back no word
of the wreckage of their bodies,
the glassy outline of wings.