Armored Ghost,
avail the Poindexter;
reveal the seams
between your mail.
Allow an ingenious spear
to penetrate your hidden quarry.

Summon the dispersed to collision.
Congregate in a Holy Word.
Convalesce.
Reconstruct the tower
pride has undone.

Make the many worship;
pull together parts far-flung
from the epicenter.
Make convene the foreigners.

Armored Ghost,
lay down your helm,
your shield,
and let us drink
the spring of heaven.

03/30/2008

Author's Note: composed in part in a hot shower.

Posted on 03/30/2008
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