A pulsating shard of glass
In my heart.
A fragility
Unearthed.
A mask
Blown asunder.
I am now naked.
I am now naked.
I am now branded.
I have in my head,
My flesh,
My bones -
These:
A woman hanging upside down,
A snake across a dining table,
A friend consumed by fire,
A monstrous face,
A broken father,
A weakened mother,
A haunted home.
Among other things.
Among other things
Black and cold,
Red and vivid,
White and excruciating,
Green and treacherous.
I am now cursed.
I am now cursed.
There is no salvation for me.
The truth is out there -
I was His servant.
There is no forgiveness for that.
There is no forgiveness for that.
You and he and she and I
Will always remember
I was His servant.
And that is why
When you can rejoice for a new world,
And he can be a hero,
And she can mourn the death of a son,
I -
I will lie among the debris of past glory
And weep for grave errors,
For
I am shame.