An iron clutch without hope of release
gives way to an embrace
where death and dragons are vanquished
with a kiss from the once dead lips of the truest man.
Yesterday, too ordinary to see –
today, too bright to miss –
unless you were looking elsewhere.
And the happy songs of women
tell of news we should never have heard.
Dullards refuse, and, breathless now, men must admit
what was then has become heaven’s now.