Some Poems from Advent

Quotations from Isaiah, translated into poetry.

Day 3

Lucid galaxies, Creator's tongue,
Twist in the canal and break on the drum,
Garbled in doubt. A sham, our sight - a dying star
Takes in less, and sends out more
Light.

Day 4

Flip, we fling rote worship
At the sky to flatter God - 
Our lives belie our lips; 
Bankrupt of awe,
We bate a Lion.


Day 7

For eventually
Even the Dipper will mold,
Orion will find that his bow-arm shakes,
The Scorpion will stumble, growing frail;
And the Sisters, first one, then another,
Will wither and fail,
Tumbling from their stage -
It will rot and tatter, too, the sky,
And fold.