Glass Christ

Tears of glass.
Hair of glass.
Skin of crystal, cold and hard.
Shards of love.
Frozen.
Sand made spirit.
Invisible, heavy, hard, tangible, delicate.
A solid soul.

The sky is wet,
cold.
Smells of an April forest.
We feel the breeze.
Clouds flow.
Crows scatter, wheel and caw.
The sun sets with violent awe
behind the shadow hills,
refracted in the polished glass arms,
stomach,
chest,
and mind.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.