Jason Morgan: ‘In memoriam P.G.’, A love song’ and ‘Who sleeps?’

In memoriam P.G.

Your heaven is not in the sky. It is
with us. Time would have only let us down.
Then let the bells ring out, and strike their tongues
in the sky where lightning plays like wild horses.
Their stately chimes shake the air, as if they
knew where love came from. But the wind is all
we know. In an instant, we have lost or gained
eternity. Yet we shall not taste death.
The bells sway and toll, but no eye encloses
a life or knows its infinite sacrifice.

Jason Morgan

A love song

From all the sure comforts, certain like the
sun, numerous as waves rolling on sand,
the staircases of shells and ice-blue
pyramids of snowflakes, I chose you,
the horizon who buries Apollo. And that
is why the endless night knows your name.

Jason Morgan

Who sleeps?

Who sleeps? The sky with its hail, mist, and rain?
The sea rolling with a whisper like a
dead man dreaming in his coffin? Neither
sleep. Winter feigns repose before feet tread
snow, and dawn quickens with its claws to seize
the cold sun. Who sleeps? The trembling eye, the
bells sleeping in their tower? Do the long
stretches of dried river beds doze in cracked
graveyards where flies drone with sunlight on their
wings. Who sleeps? The corpses with mud in their mouths
whose words become dahlias, whose breaths fan
the winds of history. The dome of earth
spins towards its end, graced by time’s mercy, and
moss grows slowly over every tombstone.

Jason Morgan