Tuesday, August 16, 2011

The Examine (a poem)

He just sits there
   silent staring
at the world,
   yet uncaring.

Without movement,
   without motion,
eyes just drifting
      like the the Ocean.

I found him there
   when I came in,
in your chair 
he is stayin'

Patchwork ghoul
of friends I knew nought,
faces I once passed
but then sought,

Who begged for bread 
and got not rock,
nor coin, nor crumb
from charity locked.

Who asked for smile,
eyes and a laugh,
received blank stare
from this dead wraith

Under the faces,
ever changing,
stays the beast
motionless remaining

Whose eyes pleaded 
for attention.
Who reached out 
with loving intention.

Holding me 
within your arms,
fighting off
all that could harm.

Yet pushed away 
by some great ego
Abandoned
as off I go.

Asking for but
faith to atone
within hearts fleshy
finding only stone,

Uncircumcised,
dead.
Always a statue
still unmoved.

Thy hands spread wide
east and west encompass
spill thy blood
on stone and on rock.

Still accursed,
 I wander below,
I long for hope,
which from your side does flow.

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