The sign of the cross a million times <br />and God apologizes for the mind inside my brain. <br />It says the hourglass fills in the Devil's skull. <br /> <br />And i am like lovers that lead you into quicksand untouched. <br />They whipped the mule of your soul crazily with sledehammers, <br />and on someone's grief we huddle outside a man's mouth; <br />Waiting to be healed like the soft piano solo of your soul.<br /><br />gregory collins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sign-of-the-cross-a-million-times/
