Ignatius
boy-soldier
hoodlum courtier
day-old dreamer
smashed up good in war
convalescent convert
cannonball Christian
crippled companion
with a knack for re-routing attacks
lend us your gift for woundedness
that turns a shot around
then takes its aim at holiness
think of all the saints
you could socialize
if only you hobbled now into Syria
and taught the fallen your techniques
we’ve got sufficient lead and bloodshed
to gild the whole world
with your inside-out-going
alchemy.