A patchwork quilt in a state of putrefaction
No one can consecrate me
I haunt myself for no one’s benefaction
And no one remembers me
You plug your ears, paint my body black and blue
I’m silent, my voice has faltered
I learned to hate prayer because god is deaf too
He let go of my halter
I became stone, my tears have etched out canyons
Crystallized, now I can’t speak
Met my fate, so I called off the battalion
And I mourn what I won’t be
Forgive me my sins and what next I will do
As yet writ in my psalter
Anoint and burn me so I am made brand new
The specter at the altar