January 4, 2018

Poetry: “Trinity”

Warning: the following poem contains ideologically-sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.


I.

One quarter finished
Her life flashed
Before their eyes
To judge
Damn
Obliterate

Escapist
From nib to nil
A forethought
Of an aftertaste
Myriad in scope
To rush through
The pursuit of miracles
To flee
The frenzy
Of destiny’s folly
She closed her eyes

II.

You can chant
A thousand Hail Mary’s
At His feet
If you please
You can backwash
Blasphemies
And guzzle
Cloying sips
Of blessed
Arbor Mist
Until the wafer
Unsticks hiccups
From the roof
Of your mouth
If you want to swallow
Each mortal sin
You’re so concerned about
Yet none of
These feats
Will inspire me
To emulate
Your shame
Absolve the guilt
Your savior gifted
The scapegrace
(His blame)

III.

God floats aloft
Unseen
Gloating over
Nonexistent victories
A hoary myth
Ruling
Above the clouds
His silence loudly
Ringing
Lacking
Any hint
Of sound

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“Trinity”
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