::

                                                             ­                    ( you ? )

broken body                                                             ­         
in rags                                                             ­               
in the corner there                                           ( you ? )

with the cryin eyes
with the ***** face

( you ? )

/:/

Look !

He arises

laughing !


takes off the rags revealing

robes of gold !

/./

He spreads his wings

& flies

To the every calling child

and brings

universal joy

•

( you  ? )

//

In the moment when all is known

What          the poet ?
What           the poem ?

Only the Child remains

Only        The Love

( And the pile of rags in the corner there )

//