of sundry avoidances

December 30, 2018 at 9:40 pm Leave a comment

of sundry avoidances

yes, those crosses stand askew
upon their hill; it’s
been so for years, since before
i was a boy. you

can hardly see the stains
now, though, time’s
many hands having cleansed
wood though not memory

i think sometimes
those nails pierced more than
palms and legs, as if
we’d been forever soulcaught

in that act, all executioners
all torturers
quite unable to preserve
even that we think to love

–but that’s merely idle fancy
and beer will fill this emptiness
quite nicely and we can
at least pretend to forget

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Previously published elsewhere on the web.  I still find it flawed.

 

 

 

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