Within a sheltering mist,
the bay in gloria.
Under august palms
a median rest;
rich in death
the fragrant AVE.
In the milkwhite
heart of lights
he slowly bathes
his face and hands.
‘No man nor child
shall go with him’
but certain beauty and a
‘heap of beloved things’.
The origin is Nennius.
Coiner of light,
accountant of hope
in darkening times.
By ‘heap’ one is led to think:
trivialities, profundities,
both equally objectified,
yet materially trinket.
Meaning: one’s life possessions
in a child’s bundled scarf.
The other image
is a wheelbarrow
of Deutschmarks,
devaluing every seven meters,
the outcome
not salvation
but a half-loaf of ersatz
bread and sawdust.