Warden

Touched hard,
Into a niche of inspiration.
Fed a spoonful of complication.
Wiped clean, propped up.
We’re making a mark.

This time, I can’t turn around.
A miracle is about to unfold,
And I can’t ask why.
A gate is opening,
Ability within resurrection.
Have faith in the insurrection.

Join me, reverend.
Mix trust with some heaven.
Pieces of wisdom clasping.
I want to understand our stakes,
I want to risk it without asking.

Jesus told me yesterday that its okay.
He wants me to calm down already
(All the fish drown in the dead eddy).
Maybe I should just obey.

You and I are materialized.
You and I are infants, newborns,
Child soldiers in feudal scorn.
The flashing lights are up again,
A picture painted with a setting sun.
We’re bringing out the big guns.

We’re charging, headfirst,
Jaw jutting, teeth clinging.
Just a bunch of animals, shit flinging,
To be cut down when we don’t accomplish potential.
Everything seems to be consequential.

At the feet of torture,
A request, a bargain, a petition.
Sign your name, damnit.
We’re not gonna be opened again.
Absorb this lofty remission.

Nothing can stop us now.