Reflect/Genuflect

Mad with power, the thorn'd

crown never gave you this right,

a ravenous hunger for the flesh,

not of wine or blood, but tears

aged thousands of years.

All pomp and ceremony,

intersecting lines reflect as fear on my face.

I am different and they know.

The lords of this empty tomb,

filled with vassals seeking penance with every genuflection

from a long dead king,

they see in my heart what I know to be love,

to be beauty, to be hope,

and the mirror of their eyes shows only fear.

Beads are bullets against demons I never knew I had,

wasted shells in tears clang to the marbled floor,

sanctified waters held back with all my might

my eyes are no rosaries.

I plead that there is no possession,

no reason to expel, to distrust,

yet I know it is only their fear of love 

reflected against myself.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the analogies used in this piece....we all have a bit of god in us...and as joan osborne sang "what if god was one of us?"

i like "the beads are bullets against demons i never knew i had"

"a fear of love/reflected against myself"
just being different can really scare people, they are so afraid of what they don't understand.