Thursday, April 9, 2009

black and white . . . gangster film

what once sounded like an opera of prophecy,
is now the drivel of the past.

redemption is what's left when the interrogation has gone wrong,
and the mind has evicted everything but the nightmares.

even amongst his own, he is lost ,
watching imagined fires raging on the horizon,

thinking about Christ in the temple,
a fury of youth and righteousness not sparing the rod.

prayer is his conversation
even though the words stick in his throat,

because now there is light
where no sun shone before.

salvation, which felt so out of reach
comes with two silver dollars over his eyes.

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