Closely - some poetry

'I have changed since you knew me,
a thousand glass images
shattered heat compressed, and
my wings injured me.
Take my hand
this never comes undone
well. The slithering out
of last year's skin
feels tight and dry.
The touch of the holy
should make us weep
and howl.
-So
I don't mind being comet-borne
and criss-crossed with burning,
yet hold me true
to my course
a little longer
so that I may leave
a fire trail.
Everything is better
once the knowledge of
death touches it

closely.'

-Lee Morgan, 2011