Every word, please disregard-
These vague entreaties
Broke my heart;
And lured me into labored grieving,
Devoid of praise
And hidden meaning.
Tasteless, mildewed Eucharist
I served with bruised and angry fists;
Resorting to firm reprimand-
Reducing mountains into sand.
The vapors vanish,
The purge is crawling down my sleeve.
Rage in torrents,
Waves of blood-
The swift release of wounded doves.
A faithless, wanton infidel
Whose heaven is my privileged hell,
Where few, if any, live to tell.
The burning match,
The fleeting light-
Improving blind and tired eyes.
Spreading like a seamless carpet,
Gardens praised by saint and scholar.
This dried and crumbling wishing well,
Complete with dreams
And loving hells
Now slakes the the vagrant mother’s thirst;
This lily rises from the earth.
A throne you all but compromised,
With arrogant dismissive lies.
This kingdom you assumed u ruled,
With desperate and lonely fools;
A table stands where all drink wine,
Regardless of their place in line.
Staff of wheat,
The honored deeds you value least.
And soured grapes,
Once full and sweet,
Now decorate my catbirds seat.