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matthew duggan
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Elegy forMagdalena
Our time on this earth was so short
only those guardians of light forbid our love;
we held the battle lights against those
who had cursed our carnal beginnings.
We only heard the thunder – never the rain
just seconds of light illuminating gardens
like flood lights that pitch a main stage in white sheets.
We were dancing against the tide where no God, Man,
Papal Master
could bury love in the reckoning;
Where bare light preaches in monstrous dark
until the shallow sound of light does break.
Our lips locked – electricity soared from tongue and
stranded soul.