Go with the flesh and become the beautiful.
Lay with the serpents in the fields of tall grass.
Remove the skin and live the dirty freedoms.
Return home. It no longer accepts masters.
The heart has come to stillness, starved and raped dead.
What of the kindnesses resting with the Lord?
Mercy burns with her relics in loneliness.
Patience is crucified by her pretenders.
Empathy wears her noose of bitter rose thorns.
God wept stones but turned his face and said nothing.
His ruby rivers ceased. He looks for us no more.