The Mystic-Poet

Michael Peach

No demiurge he,
But midwife and nurse
To the Word made flesh
In the womb of his verse.

Jerusalem
14 March 2021

If I again could walk, For peace I’d use my

The milk and cream of human kindness ease The bullish

Despite the ATVs and motorbikes That shake my fragile balance

Like all the kindest men’s in history, Will’s anima was

In his sonnets Will’s narrator loves a manPlatonically; for he’s

How ironic and poetically just That the blatant ethnic-cleansing And