I Am the Unsaved

I am the unsaved The unwashed The unsexed The unknown The less-than The never-man The 13th bead on a broken rosary Dancing on the floor threshing room floor I press my prayers into the run-out groove If you play them backward I’m born again One life One prayer In the arrow of time Tracking straight In a circular orbit Decaying Moment by moment. I have beads that pray for me Every day I do 613 things is just the right way Sometimes you need to sue the architect When the building fails Sometimes the windows, sometimes the walls Sometimes a poor preparation of he land Undisturbed soil is your best friend