How Do You Spell ‘ Happy ‘ With A Scar?

  
it’s midday and the gargoyles
roosting amid the turrets of my 
Manse of Cards -
are afraid of 
the sun.

they fear the angular momentum
of a gorgeous day. shrink from the inkling
of a joyous occasion. always dread-feathered
with stone wings… frozen -
where the wind beneath
inhales.
like a backdraft in a tinderbox.

II

how do you spell ‘ Happy’ with a scar?
spell a wound with a smile?
perhaps be mindful of dark stars.
and live dead for
awhile?
perhaps, come back from the horror of you-
in the world… to the beauty
of You 
alive.

III
maybe you don’t have wings enough
for all the up-above 
but you have every kind 
of hell enough
to try.