Hellhounds, Starve
Spread wide are gates, the wider gates of sky
And God’s horizon. White divinity
Spreads out through widest doors. A sideways eye
Looks outwards, waxing to infinity.
No bolts exist now. Everything is spread
So far that clouds cannot imperil. Locks
Are gone; no need for waking guardians, fled
Now into silence. Black pupils of hawks
Turned here to sidelong certainty defy
The enemies of king and dawning soul.
This spirit dawning will look out and spy
The path that leads so widely to the whole.
Don’t bother stars and constellations or
Eclipses staggering. Death is no more.