Angie

Once more until the light, and then sweet
Waves of hallowed dew. An empyreal star,

Wolds that wept as a new world glimmered.
Howling phantoms that rained their crimson rain

On sallow ground, Avdiivka smoldering – a crus-
Ader of the mind doth call. Through the scourge

Of evil angels, they who struck upon the moors,
Encroaching was the thunder, they who bore

The ghosts of Gaza. Whereon she sang unto
The night beyond the howling of the moons, she

Sang unto the night most gentle, she sang into
The night and clove the darkest depths that

Rent the ewe, which moaned beyond the heart,
The heart of unending shadow. For a soldier

Ascends upon a golden chariot, who enveloped
The bleeding lamb, and wrapped it in a braid

Of lilac dawn – upholding the flame primordial –
Until the last sun’s calling and the last sun’s cry

David Penner’s articles on politics and health care have appeared in Dissident Voice, CounterPunch, Global Research, The Saker blog, OffGuardian and KevinMD; while his poetry can be found at Dissident Voice, Mad in America, and redtailedhawk.substack.com. Also a photographer, he is the author of three books of portraiture: Faces of The New Economy, Faces of Manhattan Island, and Manhattan Pairs. He can be reached at 321davidadam@gmail.com. Read other articles by David.