The Cross (2008)

 

Now you go, and leave me

a cross: it weighs

less than reason, more

than regret.

As small as my nail,

without any nail: what am I to worship?

 

A cross you gave me, to forget

not

you, in its wood

and silver to mourn

not, weep

not

you; the man

who dies not dies on this

cross – does he sleep?

 

A cross, a compass. And still,

we wrecked.

 

I, the cross

shall pray, you, the prayer

crucify.

 

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