Stigma

Red Dahlia

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Stigmas

Here – no angel nor seraph,
No Alverna hill, nails, spears –
Only the interminable chain of dreary days
With hymns, red dahlias, tears.

Here – no visions nor revelations,
Only a dead full moon;
But the day has come when stigmas open
In this forsaken spot too …

I see multitudes on the bridge of Cedron –
Impossible for them to keep hidden
Even under their heavy hairshirts
Of penance – the stigmas.

– Leonardas Andriekus

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