Millennia Apologia

With Prohibition on the horizon
and the demand for rum about to take off
no one could convince the supervisor

a radio play in ‘talking sonnets’

After Hildegard of Bingen   We fill our eyes when they are closed. We dig our fingers into the crevices of the flamed grain of the oak table in search of crumbs and pebbles of sand nested there. We hear the songs that come from these nests, clear and crisp as Ordo Virtutum, a music