the lizard dance
shows me there are spies
waking early to pay respect
& i sleep in a happy retreat
in black before the pastel comes
cause it is darkest before Dawn
my memory long
my word way short
the soft comfort of indoors
the scent that keeps me away
everything..simply everything
attaches to a day
my cross a coral tusk
am i a scrooge for not having faith
enough?
a sacrifice has occurred,
thousands of years Before,
so I can Breach the good order of the Heart
everyday, in a land of sand &
dust, jesus lives, bleeding a war
to repent for the American sin
The sacrifice remains true to the day
holy or haunted
we will flaunt it...
a sunday of tribute
so we can return
to closed office doors &
feel true to our damned
cause, so we can finds strength
in our sin, so we can blink
while the future is in Our hands.
To all that is true
all that endures
& all that makes us pure.
To why we continue on
hatchet to the sun
arm & arm
better for the Cause.
