Epistle Vii - Salt of the Earth
(I)
Inflict upon
these gaping wounds
the searing sting of salt
to expel
heresy's feral odor
(II)
Let the salt's scalding kiss
be laid upon me
to sever the
contagion of atheism
from the sanctum of
my temple
(III)
Drink my suffering like
honeyed libation,
Rejoice in the
choral lamentation
that exalts my
splintered frame
from the
Colosseum's womb
and casts loose
every shackle that encircles
this Iberian plebeian
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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