1627: Night is when my best is said

Night is when
my best is said –
quietly – to no one

My orgy of clients
has rolled from my hands
There were too many to love

My light-fingered art
is now copied out
multiple times

by bent-to silent monks
re-daubed
by Christ’s forgers

in long-dried blood
and pushed into gilt frames
To be sold as seen

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