Poem for Donovan by Sarah Mooney

I heard a song for you
it had no name
Played by a man who had
No face but you.
Your eyes slowly picking up
A melody
Of Faith
Of Wisdom
Of Strength
Meanwhile
The world around carried on
Around the space
In different climate
In different seasons
It swayed
The warmth of you in winter
A Capricornina praise
The reminder that perseverance
Is freedom

He played out
your eyes and lips
And feet and arms
Intoning how
you grab and decay
The flesh of frivolity
The holy carrion of God’s sight
Like you, seeing the bright center
Forced in the core of darkest injustice
Displaced for the dark men
Them not knowing you,men
Hold the divine dermis
Soaked in the blessed light.