UMBRELLA
Storms of Truth and Gnosis,
Word, Caballah, Dialectic,
Theory, Theology, hot flashing Faith
and blood’s downgush
to wash white Souls,
rinse-in Liberty,
or cleanse a race......
Against such weather there is nothing more
to raise for shelter than a little rod
twigged out with reason’s wire-fine ribs
arched to shape and stretch
the syllogistic weave of facts -
this light rod, bent so the directive hand
can tilt its straightness at the gusts
and canopy a narrow space
enough to harbour what is left of warmth,
wisdom, art and history----
or only save,
tight-clenched, chill and stiffening,
one’s small agnostic sanity?
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