! ! He Flew With Angels

At school, the look-up homework one day was ‘mercy’… and that proved itself to be indeed itself what the dictionary said haunted; seemed inadequate; haunted again he smelled his life, as one smells Spring in the air of a freezing January day every one of his thoughts began and finished with the word unsounded then his actions too grew out of it, returned to it his friends, his wife, his family: some heard it, some did not years passed; in the darkness of the quiet evening street, the great and famous called on him what he had to say was too great for the public, too young yet for the public but the word, nourished, slipped into the courtroom, whispered in the palaces, stood behind the priests who did not say it yet heard it murmuring in their ear while for him, the word grew and grew, flew with him higher ever higher so they talked of how to martyr him because the word was too big for them he died before they decided on his fate and was that too what it meant leaving the word in the air like a limitless embrace, like the warm wish of a departing guest said over the shoulder with a smile, a wave, a memory and a sowing and a growing, a reaping, a vastness, a light, a boundless love