a plated steel monstrance (for Aby Kaupang)
listen to this poem
the yellow (yellow).
is simply vibrant,
a (green) field
the field of
the air or whatever.
to the man on
the bloddy tre
makes the air.
I didn’t know that my heart could rest in you.
Holy… I fail, every time. But I will kneel at the marble rail
to adore your tabernacle, a monstrance (monstrosity) of (baked) bread
I worship, my true God, a plated steel monstrance