Stained Glass

The dull
throbbing
distant
writhing pain
in memory
stain
the glasses
and the drop
of dream
blood
cross
the once
heralded
streets
children
no more
laughed the
sun
rising
in unison
thunderclapped
cold
day of Christmas
coming

I wish no more

seas
seething of
minnowed sowing
songs
lofted sirens
bellowing cymbals
of bright
coming
nor
grassy smiles
atop whirling girls
of my own blood
but of exception their future

The torn
petals
of a winded
uncomeling flower
waves his way to other ends
I know not what