I am the crucified one
Now, with arms outstretched
upon the white wall
of modern America.
Heavy heaving sighs, eyes
glazed and arching to your face
Oh God
I cry out my last breath
into the dark night.
Will I breathe another,
or, will final death free me
from the birth pangs of this falsely-lived life?
These generations flow through me
like victims screaming to be released from
a purgatory near Aschwitz.
Through me they do
what they failed to do in human shape-
And I, the conduit of their fears-
open heart to let the driving
Rain Pelt
The autumn sky of my fragile heart.
The suffering Servant walks the earth again
in the likes of me
and you.
Are you up for crucifixion-
or are you hanging back in the gallows, or
Running from the dark shadow of one
Heavy cross?
I hang up here, aching arms and ankles
yet I am given One more beautiful breath.
