Exalt

A Poem by Jordan Madrid

I walked alone in shade
Watched burn the chapel mast
Upon the torrent sea exalted
I sit as primly placed and exotic
Thundering though the throng
Of those that followed blind
And held a barren god

I see her stationed on the road
Eternal, beautifully dark
Entranced into her eyes
I stand abashed
Exalted

Her voice carries the wind
Bringing to me a tickled joy
A single word, a part
A piece of verse
I once forgot
Then held exalted

I see atop her head a crown
Glittered dimly, falsely pressed
Upon my head, paper gold in color
Nothing more, only paper
I throw it from my head
And stomp with furious sorrow

On her lips the stains of seductive fruit
Bared away my imposition, I pause
Burying within her my sin
My weakness, My heart
My exaltation

If this road be lonely
Make it short
And if this road leads towards death
Let me live in her