under the weight of my wicked secret
I am a gleeful gargoyle spouting rain
gazing down into hell’s deepest darkness
from this perch atop my cathedral stone
crenellation home . . . among these sinners,
saints, angels, and demons carved or molded.
what lovely power held within this stone—
the sole secret of all creation, this
ubiquitous enigma mankind’s sought
since sense and thought burned in caves, painted on
walls in the blood of plant and animal;
and yet this open secret is the birth
of all wonder and the wonder of all
written in every grain of sand, every heart.
David M Pitchford
21 Nov 2011