Farewell

Shadows gather at my doorstep—feint

Snickers, lulling at the refuse—light;

Huddled in the corner, I embrace

Silence, breaths in spurts like splinters

Coarse against the grain—as sweat pours sweet.

Footsteps shuffle, knocking—heels tap on wood—

Coward—twitching, shivering hands,

Clammy droplets stymie on the concrete

Wall—as dampened sounds reflect the vapor—

Slips—my hand—wrapped tight on stainless

Steel and I imagine paler fiends who

Sit—resplendent—composed, and envisage a

Thousand existences—compressed,

Savages lined up into defecation,

Black against the blackened, dampened space,

Each beheld against the other.

 

Love is saved for immaterial

Scholars, destined for the annals—Stories,

Musings—violence cast in diff’rent shades—and

Glory, honor, priv’lege—vanities.

I behold as I have been beheld,

Stranger with a stranger’s eyes—the chinks where

Waves of light reflect the jaundice—Silken

Skin, enamored—open, quiet gaze.

 

Tattered ribbons flowed upon the pull, and

They will flow again on seconds past.

Unholy Prayer

Mouthed in silence are

memories of spite,

crowds of hungry strangers

seething with delight,

huddled in their sanctum,

kneeling at the light.

 

Hand in calloused hand,

As the shadows flicker,

They are told to stand.

Says their master: “We were

Created in His plan,

Born in sin yet cleansed by His blood.

The unblemished, pure lamb,

Triune Godhead—perfect,

Sent into the world as man—

Feet nailed on the cross—

He was forced to stand.

 

“Heaving and heaving, He

Gasped and asked our father:

‘Why have you forsaken me?’

He gave up his spirit,

Dying for our folly,

Dying for the wicked;

Dying before Mary.

 

“Come now brothers, sisters,

To repent and seek His

Love, as we grow nearer

To the day of Judgment, for

We are chosen believers.”

 

Tears run down my face,

As I mumble and look

Up to heaven and pray:

“Lord, I ask for wisdom,

And I seek Your grace.”