transmutation

by some strange ritual of unwrit alchemy we drank -

that pungent - heavy - vintage dark -

of claret rivulets by violence bled - released -

from sorrow’s swollen vast impaled heart -

an aching vessel heaving fierce - perpetual - behind the ribs -

of that itinerant sorcerer from Nazareth -

and by that token - taken - broken - given -

we shared a table - with all the myriad blazing archangels

amidst their ageless flight.