Tuesday, April 7, 2009

like a prayer


All The Tired Horses

measured in my movements

each motion like a prayer

bow

bend

crouch

taking days to drop to my knees

before your temple at last

inhaling the long, slow breath of you

and in this moment of grace

a betrayal, a denial undone

fire frozen in an arc around a martyr

four horsemen rest and water their horses

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