torture taught ya nothing <br />you opened up to it <br />with bleeding lips and bloody palms <br />and the faint taste of vinegar <br />mixed with the waters of sweat <br />from the bars <br />of scars on your arms <br />salty tears invade the red carnation‘s bloom <br />in scarlet ripples <br />pulsing madly with final heartbeats <br />laid to rest upon your chest in the tomb <br />browned with age and charred with rage <br />burnt and smoldered <br />in licorice whipped and twisted smiles <br />passing as the frail forms of life <br />dying within seconds of birth <br />crying tea time along with promises <br />of good and plenty <br />and good lord forgive what can or can't be <br />as if your song was one of mirth <br />only to be sucked from the nipples <br />placed below the chest of mother earth <br />in caverns where even <br />the mice and bats disperse <br />and worms sex within sex to themselves <br />converge to emerge yet never dare converse <br />for seeing may be believing <br />though i can't recall receiving <br />what it was the blind man does <br />when caught when caught there grieving <br />and a woman's wail is never done <br />till the still night's chill absorbs the son <br />ma while stepping lightly <br />upon your own calling grave <br />gave up the ghost which none dare save <br />bow now your head <br />for this is done <br />to rise and fall <br />as always, just as the sun <br /> <br />9/06/02 6: 22: 22pm E.S.T.<br /><br />Stephen Warren Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-crucifixion-9/
