Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Deceitfulness of Sin (Hope in a Straw)

(August 1991)


My face is bloodied
          from tripping over my own feet
                    while holding my hands behind my back.

I murmur and complain
          in the numbing pain,
                    but refuse to untie the laces.

Can I continue this pace;
          this macabre up and down dance
                    with no movement?

I am on the outside on the inside
          and it is my duty
to reach up to pull myself out
                    as I push myself down.

The blood has been shed.
          My testimony stands still.

The blood has been shed.
          The Spirit moves on.

The blood has been shed.

Grasp at the straw that is big enough
          to break the dragon's back.

Cauterize the putrifying sores of my mind;
Purge out the dregs of the wine
          from the fruit of the forbidden tree.

Grasp at the straw.

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