HIM
when stage lights dim, two crooked wheels spinin the quietness of night everyone recognizes him
what my aunt was saying, the man had broken
into her apartment, doing the job himself
hoisting his body by ropes to scale the steep wall
only years later was he lost in the Himalayas
singing every day to the family in heaven
winged angels came in answer to his hymn
reckless edge to another room the bowl
no longer interests one who is a hymnodist
