Witness of Miro

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Peace buried the town face-up
The rose window of its cathedral on top
Staring up into the earth
Like a pulsing stone pupil

The stained-glass shards dropped away
Over time leaving caverns that became
Shafts of wells
Into which they fell

The glasses returned to the sand
And the sand to its origins
Of newborn rocks

The rocks rolled backward on the waves
And the sea filled
With Protozoans
Each bearing the witness of Joan Miro

The fires of pre-Cambrian forges burned
So that in the heart of the cathedral
Was always the memory of flames

And molten words
Before they formed the gospel
And ridges of the swirls of the cyclops

Which blinked once or several times
When it was shot
Before its colors frosted over and grayed

Long enough to see Peace's face
Like a moon just above the dirt

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