Jake's Flea Market

tell me again how nora loves you

then become marcellus   come
to me from the tower
come from the cock crowed dawn

your fingers are so slender
and the old women in your knuckles are
frail and brittle   use the pommel
of your rapier to knock at elsinore 
at the guestroom door   come
after morning prayers are said
after the roasted pigeon and the bread
and cheese is served at my table   come   knock

i’ll open the door to you

i’ll open my morning life

invite you in   to that time
when i’d lost faith in the pope’s
and come to believe luther’s

into that time before i
saw soul   wear an armoured man made
of spiderwebs of cloud in a moonbeam

i’ll invite you in
with your face white as a dungeon dweller
and with the beads of sweat on your forehead 
                              
i’ll invite for you to tell me you saw 
an apparition

and to tell me why
that spirit appeared only for you