June 23rd, 2012

O sweet mouth of heaven,

o merciful tongues that

bat flames from the throats

of myths of martyrs,

o sweet teeth carved from

stone and marble,

take all you can from

what little I’ve left to give.

Take me whole,

sweet absolution,

as I am and as I’ll never be.

Take me in, sweet misery;

take away all I never should have seen.

Undo the wrongs I’ve done

and undo the wrongs done unto me,

erase me as you see,

create me as I ought to be;

a tall pillar of dried clay,

melting in the glare

of the hottest days.