(from THE PULLING DOWN OF STRONGHOLDS)


SANHEDRIN LOVE

A benediction, a diet of worms—
A loving contradiction in terms...
And I’ve come to terms with so much now,
That I’m at a loss for words.
I’m at a loss for speech.
I have ears to hear, a heart to vow—
And the sight left in my eyes confirms
You prefer me seen not heard,
As you love the way that you know how…
Bleed me with a leech.
Love me with the leech.

Loved and cared for by the brethren—
In care of love, the sanhedrin—
Who discern by concern, thus,
In a flight of fancy, fancied my flight…
By virtue and by proxy,
Gathered in disgust to discuss
Why I shall not enter Heaven.
While Tough Love hides prejudice from the light…
The last words of some of us:
“As it pleases God Almighty…”
Oh God…Please, God Almighty….

Little foxes cause the vine to wither.
Little foxes now run here and thither…
Running from the wolf that I’ve become,
Fleeing the devourer you’ve made me.
Foreseen, not foretold…
Eden found by the sound of the drum,
To be left slowly with a slither.
Eating dust, eating crow, I shall flee
The sum of the men, the sum of some…
Welcomed as you fold.
Welcome to the Fold.

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