Issue Thirteen - September 2008

Captured Prayer Flags

By Lewis Spaulding

our prayer flags…
are trampled, torn
and wire wrapped

our cairns…
lean left and tumble

the smoke from our prayer papers
hang with no ascension…

prayers
slide off our tongues
mix with drool
and fall… unheard

so we wove our prayers
into cloth
the shuttle our quill

thanks from the weft
pleas from the warp

a cloth of gold
or as close as we could come 
so wear this
and walk through their lines
 let the messenger be
			                   the message

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