Ward Barry in full flight

WARDLEY BARRY

She smiles and I die,
she speaks and I live,
the lady in purple and green
meriblouse and boots.
A virgin of preternatural specimen
– black with a tinge of gold.
She must have been
born of angels
                              f
                                a
                                   l
                                      l
                                        en,
given to earth to make
demigods like myself
                                                 f
                                                   a
                                                       l
                                                          l
                                                             much     further
                                                                                             and
                                                                                                           deeper
from the apotheosis of mortality.

Hell has never tasted so much like heaven
than it is when she whispers in my ears.