Limed In Restraints
from the beginning it was a prayer through
clenched hands
a beaten mouth so foreign to the words
as to wild the myrrh
for so blinds a man thus comes the vision
of a sense once used for locating the light
blood and rage, only standing still, eroding
only what was a part of the greater good
that a downturned eye could last in a room
of allegiance is to set fire to a ravine where
the many have gathered to follow the few
I put my hands to the window and began to
tremble, the passage of Purgatory to the
burden of the families of a criminal,
government becoming the intercourse upon
which we joust on the way down to the
rocks below
- Chris Mansel
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