Parable A

The burden of stone

There is a woman singing
Alone among the flowers
Pitch covers her face

And silence fled to the temple
To save Judas, Iscariot
The fool with two eyes
Fixed upon the field, the flowers
Have died one thousand three hundred
And fifty times over
Have they no grace period, no
Fall?

Beneath the pond, a scratching
Moves to the edge seeking freedom
And a loss of rhythm

The window expels truth, slain
On the floor beside
That which I in my fury and conviction
Am unable to find, though I have two eye
Myself is all I see