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Aquinas, Call On Me

Aquinas, Call On Me

Title is a line from Dessa’s song “Velodrome.” 

Somewhere out there are the post-war Polish poets,

And a collection of words and letters and numbered pages,

The sum total of which adds up to the number of angels

Who can dance on the head of the pin,

A subject which is doubtless covered in an encyclopedia

Of the 13th century’s most beautifully ludicrous ideas.

Somewhere out there is the chronology of the world after Christ,

And an anthology that leans too much towards the avant-garde

For my liking; somewhere is the book I will never read,

The one that is softly and silently calling my name, now,

The one that no one has picked up in so many years

That the dust is thicker than the pages;

The one that has not voice enough to speak,

Yet I can still hear her –

She who has world enough and time

To encompass both Marvell and his mistress,

Whose coyness has faded like the pages

Over time immemorial,

And whose final letter

Begins and ends

With an ‘a’ for the apology

She is asking for,

And the one she is providing,


Once and for all –

That if ever you hear a pin drop,

The number of angels waltzing atop it

Was no fewer than the number of books

You will look upon, without truly seeing.

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