Silent Acquiescence
Silent Acquiescence He clamps the Bible in his hands and recites the vows. I toss in the air a shaking left hand and I look over my shoulder as I say I believe. It comes out as a question instead. This brown puddle should cleanse me of my grim. The man of God is wabbly from my weight , the might of my iniquity , the same lake waters which these trees have drank to their own death, take me whole as I am sinful and half repentant and I am born again. I drain my ears of the muck that licked its way inside and the graveyard in my womb, rattles with incipient bones. oh ancient of days with hair of white, a hallow and a veil, Thy kingdom come... trains of blue of frothing immortality, Thy will be done, not our glory and shame untoward. Give us this day, bones that do not crumble, fill with patience, the empty bellies of our younglings, and with a breath of life refill our lungs ,withered by days of toil. Embalm