Ivory Black [In the white and in the soot]

    In the white and in the soot
    in the burnt senses of touch I write
    before starting the fast

    Forgiveness for what will be and the sun
    	Remains upon the sun
    The calligraphic line at dawn
    Makes John uneasy
	(how I would have liked to sup with those twelve)
I hear the forgiveness in this scale
    followed by a sad adaggieto
    The harp		    Rain
    The horizontal
And may derision fall upon the public square