Crippled Rain
She wills it but fears of wanting what she already has
Her beauty is below her, among her. and over her head
Not one but two, nor four but five
Seven more times we get up to save their lives
Never unseen, never confused
The ever seeing eyes of heaven still see you
Patriot, unearned and born unheard
Illegal and famished without lavish, man’s a curse
They drink in their stink and they stilt on their wine
But never among the poor they dine
Sovereign King, Oh Great Divine
Take watch over my heart and a whip to my mind
Keep me away from foolish spin tops
Give me strength to change the plot, shoot a straight shot
Justice is unyielding and forever is not forgiving
But surely dear Father the sun is living
Heaving and shielding away from the steel
And cleaving to the prophets who live in those mills
Protest don’t erect the laid men where they stand
Arrest the woman who’s smoke covers her hand
She plays cool in the night but stings poison by noon
And he succumbs to her rippling perfumes
Pour over he a cup of grace and song
But leave her with the moths in whom she finds favor
They bleed her dry and she licks them clean
Sorrow falls from her eyes as she lifts her screams high
For the height cannot catch her
And the angels have come to fetch her reverent mind
Pity awaits her but she does not succumb
So glory mistakes her for a petal among loose shrubs
Let a hand mend her clean into the core
Away from the thorns that gouged her pores
An invisible thread of linen and gold
knits her womb to her hips and her hips unfold
Rise sister and walk for the path was made clear
By His blood you were mended and his flesh you are healed
Rise sister walk among the songbirds in spring
Leave the dead to their gnashing let them burn, let the, wring
Rise sister and wake to the daylight at stake
Take no plunder to gain only to stain
Leave your name among the reeds
Among the mountains and steeples, among the nests and tree holes
Leave your mark across the pillars that hung you
Wringing every inch of the ground into nectar and rye
First a fist then trample on,Toward the road unknown
Like crippled rain they will dissolve and rust
Copyright © Rebekah Guerra | Year Posted 2020
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