Jan Lee Ande

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The Annunciation of Francis

I did not come to him on bended knee
clutching a stalk of lilies and a message from God,
dressed in a gown effulgent as fire.

I came out of the darkness of earth
from the place where the poor creatures wait­
the claws that walk upon the pebbled ocean floor

the four legged with their strong haunches
and tremulous upright ears
long tongues unrolled in devotion or fear

the winged things who wanted their own sermon
ringdoves and waterfowl
even the vultures who put aside their carcass

to sit in a circle and feed on his preaching
silent as a gathering of saints.
The loops that circled their necks,

shackles laid across the canticle
of their bones, were rent loose by his words
till they too settled nearby like souls.

When he appeared to the brothers of the order
as he darkened in death, I was there,
signifier of the five wounds.

It was my luminous hand that held the glass
to catch the thick venetian red
dribbling like wine from his side.

© Jan Lee Ande 2007