their hands, ask with patience what cares
colloquy made them weep openly.
through recollection. I was a technician.
I moved on to the wicked. I was led
stood at cracked doors, fingering beads
My pyrotechnics were practical, flares
rending, espousing. The hell was hot,
In middle age I turned to the blind eye.
There was never enough money to burn.
time to feel the word, to see demons
the hands, lay on the scalpel, no one
There is no guide for the impossible.
it respectable, noble, even regal,
Gregg Murray is Assistant Professor of English at Georgia State University and the founding editor of Muse /A Journal. He is the featured reader at Word of Mouth open mic, Wednesday, September 6,
8:00 pm at The Globe, Athens. "[ When I Was a Faith Healer" ] appeared online in diode poetry journal. He will be reading at the Decatur Book Festival on Sunday, September 3 at 3 pm on the Java Monkey stage.