A final draft for a slow developer.

STAINED GLASS*

The quality of light: this,
a piece of late evening sky.
How darkness can shine:
last of the sun, first breath
of the stars, a waxing moon.
Judas walks out of the small room.
They are still dining.
No one knows but Jesus
and his head is turned away.
They can’t escape, these protagonists,
caught between ruby and green,
the dark blue light, all within
the black bars of lead.

*Published in Brilliant Coroners