Blood from Wine
Gethsemane provides a trace of peace
as you soliloquize in a thirst to persevere.
Friends leave you at the teeth of faith,
to contemplate the weight of miracle.
Praying over possibility,
you’re left to self-reliance.
Comrades cluster under trees, rocks
around a crucifix or underneath a temple.
Shadows laugh, concelebrate despair
and destiny with silver and a kiss.
You see from dust you must leave,
poets unseal the word left for dead,
reveal the wine embalmed behind a stone
and fill each vessel with poems of blood.
Gethsemane provides a trace of peace
as you soliloquize in a thirst to persevere.
Friends leave you at the teeth of faith,
to contemplate the weight of miracle.
Praying over possibility,
you’re left to self-reliance.
Comrades cluster under trees, rocks
around a crucifix or underneath a temple.
Shadows laugh, concelebrate despair
and destiny with silver and a kiss.
You see from dust you must leave,
poets unseal the word left for dead,
reveal the wine embalmed behind a stone
and fill each vessel with poems of blood.
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