Tattoos

On the human skin engraved And for long seconds watched by The Enslaved To the speechless delight of Spirit of the Eyes Brazenly walking away with a victory, giant-size: Self-pitying sighs From The Holy Ghost Not remembered at His invisible but nearby post. A great saver of precious Time Now becomes Time’s Reckless Spender, No longer valuing the accruing dime: The tapestry on human skin his shaming bender: What a magnificence - also quite dreary, A preserver of one’s potential but in theory, The covenanting marks largely a lasting puzzle To the Neck-Deep Worldly, an enduring dazzle… To forever remain paintings of resilience On the welcoming flesh of People of Eminence In some sense, the on-skin signature of The Anarchic And stylish affirmation of a mind, chaotic; Sometimes a hurried search for an intimidating identity, Wherefore they may be The Badge of a Non-Entitiy.