Posted by Atticus on January 14, 2005, at 14:49:32
A Bullet’s Piercing Prayers
Delicious vicious feral floral
Thorned crowns
Line Holy Ghost windows down at Saks,
Haute couture
Calvary fashion drenched with passion,
Pocked with
A bullet’s piercing prayers
Spat out
In spongy wads of words
Punched from
Holes in a dead man’s head,
Adorned with
Easter egg skull fragments
To mark
The sacred punctuation spelled
In spilled
Fly-festooned maroon blood,
To tell
A story still unfolding
Like a
Quivering lily lying prone in a
Spreading
Puddle of lovely crimson tide,
Rippling
Whispers across millennia
About
A prisoner’s final scorching gasp,
But the
Killing hills still stand
In the
Present as in the past.
--Atticus
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