Resurrection of Midredd

Photo by Shawn Rain on Unsplash

The motive is to dissolve—

to find in the folds of creeping linen

or by spreading out as airborne dust 

some refuge from the black mass

born of this insurrection towards innocence

which unstitches him from his shadow

creating a point of inflection where 

he loses sight of life as he dances over walls

flickering like effervescent candlelight

to slip from the slumbered grip 

of a tyrant acting out his broken machinations

so that the curtained room is folded into silence

and the boy runs hillwards, mouthing 

the name of one who steps into his shoes 

rising from the ashes of the refused:

Midredd, the faceless twin 

archangel of the monochrome veil

and in the silence cast upon 

his fractured emergence

the metamorphosis is complete

sending truth to the kilns of his deep night

where his wings spread out to dance, moth-like

over streets of red.