Please don’t tarry!

Hurry to where

you’re needed, rush

as much as

you can toward

where I am.

…

Too many here

are plotting to

steel me. Help me make

their evil bleed

into the sand.

…

The jailers would

love to see

me

dashed against

their gates.

…

Lead

me far away

today. Help me

give their nasty

non-intentions the stake.

…

Their mundane conversations

create such deadly

mistakes.

…

The bells have had

it now, are done, and dusted,

and have died,

but maybe there is

still time.

…

Fast, Loving One.

Rapidly hover

above me now,

Coming From Above Me One.

…

Unload their soul

blunderbusses

and vanquish their

crucifixion dreams.

…

Real Poetry is contact invisible.

…

Real Poets are invisible.

(Even when

semi-visible).

…

Dale Williams Barrigar (images by Dale Williams Barrigar)