{WORSHIP OF THE LAMB WHO DEVOURED LIONS}

You Can Speak Out Plain
Before This Is My Head,

For I Called Out Her Name
And Then Made A Move.

Tripped Over My Ghosts Shadow.
Hearing Those Steps For The Last Time.

I’m Thinking Too Much These Days
While Living Out The Less.

You Have No Right To Speak To Me Like That.
What Have You Dared To Say.
In Sight Of My Old Demons.

An Un-Lending Error 

With One Possible End.

She Wore That Noose At Her Neck,

And Yet I Thought I Owned It Myself.
While I Wore The Razor At Her Crown.

Infinity Glowered At Me 

Like One In Doubt 

And A Good Deal Of Temper.
All We Forfeited Was To Hang 

A Little Together While It All Fell Apart.

If It Was Only Long Enough 

To Discuss It Quietly;
I Doubt We Have Done Better Than You.
And, At Least We Are Ashamed 

Of Our Ingratitude And Ill-Behaviour.

Now We Are The Light

In Which He Constantly Presented 

In His Talk,

Now We Are The Nobody 

In Which It Led Swaggering Seaward 

On A Long Walk.

I Am Here To Speak 

While I Cried,
Gazing On Her Silhouette,

Is It A Mistake Again?