Jeffery Renard Allen's Poetry

                                   Woods Hole: Biologist Ernest Everett Gazing Out from Penzance
Point, Cape Cod             

            The angels have hung out their robes
            and dew from heaven has fallen on them
            in a thousand glittering beads
            How their eyes shine
            Yes, what this time-worn tent reveals in many holey places
            Once dire rebellion raged in heaven
            The angels sharpened their swords and perhaps sharpen them still
            See, over there,
            the sparks remain
            And the stars are shining
            Just to be, like God looking a thousand upon a thousand
            down on this world
            So it is, I can’t talk
            Sorry, I seem to have lost my grip all around

            June 6, 2011