I am the Atheist of SpringA Poem by Hayley
I am the atheist of spring I fled Her And She fled me
Like Her nightly passes Over doors brushed with lamb’s blood She chants “Judas, Judas” Looks for a son (Does Her cross lie in a bed of blossoms? It is hidden just as I) I paint my tendril arms in poppies As the lamb for Her slaughter She pauses “Bring life to this one For she is more dead than my brother” © 2012 HayleyAuthor's Note
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Added on March 18, 2012Last Updated on March 18, 2012 AuthorHayleyOHAboutI'm a 21-year-old undergraduate college student majoring in business. I'm not on the cafe as much as I would like to be. Don't be a stranger. Side note: I do not rate writing. This is eye-op.. more..Writing
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