I am the crucified one
Now, with arms outstretched
upon the white wall
of modern America.
Heavy heaving sighs, eyes
glazed and arching to your face
I cry out my last breath
into the dark night.
Will I breathe another,
or, will final death free me
from the birth pangs of this falsely-lived life?
These generations flow through me
like victims screaming to be released from
a purgatory near Aschwitz.
Through me they do
what they failed to do in human shape-
And I, the conduit of their fears-
open heart to let the driving
The autumn sky of my fragile heart.
The suffering Servant walks the earth again
in the likes of me
Are you up for crucifixion-
or are you hanging back in the gallows, or
Running from the dark shadow of one
I hang up here, aching arms and ankles
yet I am given One more beautiful breath.