A Holy Cross
A holy cross
On my arm
The tattoo itches
Not unlike bee stings
So superfluous
Am I
Dying on
Living still but
No pain for ills
It’s a wonderous thing
This being bird on wing
Fly on, fly on
Until roosters sing
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