Brethren

Notice
the Pope’s
white skin beneath the red velvet robe.
Contemplate the thin papery silhouette
of Italian hands touching himself –
sometimes lovingly smoothing finger tips
of the right hand
over his perfect belly.

God has called him while
he drifts toward sleep and
the kingdom of his dreams –
a sometimes white world of goodness
made salient from the footprints left
by tiny angels, the ones who have danced
across the filigree of his indefectible
batiste shirts
angels who have enjoyed trampolining
off the springy fat of his cheeks.

About Hunter Boone

Hunter Boone lives and works in Kalamazoo, MI, USA. First published in London, England, Mr. Boone’s work has appeared in “Poetry Drawer” by “Ink Pantry” (Cheshire, England,), “Sappho” (London, England) and “The Opiate Magazine” (Brooklyn, NY). Mr. Boone studied fiction and poetry at Western Michigan University where he earned a Master of Fine Arts degree. In his free time he enjoys creating and producing music on a Roland Juno DS61 synthesizer and spending time with his two cats, Zeno and Bogart.

View all posts by Hunter Boone