Jody Azzouni

Poetry

Mediaeval Vision

Originally published in HQ Poetry Magazine 28&29, 2003.
Added 5/26/2017
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Mediaeval Vision

Poem | Jody's Notes

 

Christ strikes a pose

(little winged heads

flank him for contrast).

 

Depth has no place here: His thick

blood, now only stained glass,

drains to a pool, only broad only wide.

 

And down below, near where the red stain must run out,

there’s wallowing horns, perhaps a bearded face

(perhaps a tail): certainly

the succoring sounds of something drowning.

 

The faithful alone hear the music

from the flat inside of all this; for me

it’s just an image (I’m deaf). Judgment too

 

will not make sense of it.