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the rescue of ignorance

by Julia Connor, Apr 2, 2007


 

 

there can no longer be any mistake

the angels have traded in their haloes for hard hats

they carry bowls of fire on their backs

bent by the dead white heat of grief

“you can’t go in there,” we shout

but hip to planetary need

they enter everywhere

wings deftly folded into scapulas

black-gloved and dragging a hose

would you challenge their decision?

the pleats of heaven’s garb

are complicit with inquiry

conflagration is their familiar

this ordeal…it must enter you

it must burn clear thorough

to the truth of our vulnerability

pick up your hatchets, pick up your hearts

we are late

the transparency we must each become

waits desperate in the rubble

—Julia Connor

 

 

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