communion time....for D.A.
this week a little
too primal a little
too guttural letting
the deep animal
in my chest
in my brain go
hunting for what
violence its
sense of retribution
could chase down
(I stuck back at
those I am committed
to love wholeheartedly)
now Sunday I stand here
crouched in the back left
corner of the cathedral
waiting and watching
others peacefully walk
to receive and eat the field's
wheat and be satiated
(all the while my inner man
ruminates like a lion
in the tall grass thinking
about those I have
rendered apart)
poem by R. James Sterzinger
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