FOR BLAKE ...JERUSALEM IS THE BRIDE OF CHRIST.....

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HERE'S ONE FOR BEAUTY
and all brides


Helen


She never saw beauty she was put away
folded like linen with skins of iron
magicked memories celibate ideals
and angels dancing up and down ladders
massaging the conscience of the world

The older we are the closer to timelessness,
Helen's lovely legs have yet to reach full stretch
not yet closed in the mercy of an unseeing eye.

Surprising where the last ditch stands are
where certain people are that's where
who simply fight until they simply die.

I don't wish to pass through any of your doors
she told each keeper of the keys in turn passing out the gates
by the smell of food tables and cowls bent forward
around her the temple keepers
crouched like stone lions waiting for Alexander.