Friday Poetry - February 22

Epitaph

Long ago love had been lost,

Won over so easily

By the ever changing winds of fortune

Swept away by spending more than any cost

 

Rocky shores prevented ships from docking

To bring cherished cargo,

New resources to those starving in safe

White buildings with blinking crosses

 

Navigating sovereign thickets,

Never’d, till it didn’t matter anymore

Truth blocked and sealed the doors and windows

 

Spellbound hiding in warping blindness

Blood dripped from dead dogs eyes,

Follow me, I’ll lead you heavenward

What ever your dreams conceive in clean

White buildings with blinking crosses

 

Sterile laws beckon

To those seeking cleansing here,

Baptized in shame and guilt pervading

Loosen the dam and let freedom flow

Streaming from a death neglected,

Buried under hearts of stone

 

Soliciting alms while

Prostitutes, vagrants, strangers assailing,

A losing trick to keep from finding escape

Suffocating inside the walls of fated

White buildings with blinking crosses

 

Grace untold, the secret kept

To those forgetting where it

Blossoms from created

Earthen hollowed trees and

Spacious fields of vine and branch

 

Pierced illusions never fading,

Oh deathly sacramental longings betrayed

On the register of time exploding

White buildings with blinking crosses