By Metanoia
By inverted metanoia
he was transformed –
beyond indulgence of
self – Un-born [again]
as Metanoia [that old
goddess with sorrow]
walked with Kairos – a
double act of regret &
givers of slipped hope
by mythical acts – So I
read to him & he cried
aloud at her veil made
of grey flax – thin to let
light in – to see him – A
kiss off Metanoia’s lips
enough to greet death –
an act best avoided – I
told him – [Off stage] –
sound of hooves – In a
cage swung a monkey
[now dead] – it was all
bare bone – enough to
pass as a child to men
[with no knowledge of
how things are] – He is
an innocent abroad – a
lie off Metanoia’s cries
for revenge on all time
[she loved him at each
hour’s ring] – I am him