Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Purgatory

I saw you on the bridge to Purgatory.
Dressed in red,
not devil red but brick,
rust, dried blood red,
accented in black
and copper.

And there behind you, countless lives were burning.
Flames, flaring,
like flowers awaiting,
moths and martyrs.
To spread the pollen
and gospels.

The heat caught my coat, and dry, it flapped like wings.
Massive, hungry,
for the sky’s dominion,
but useless here.
Flight is forbidden
as is faith.

And you as always, are leaving mid glory.
Never staying,
to take your bows, applause
always humble.
So unbecoming,
Angelic.

So…

Where buildings fell, I erect spires and towers
Cold monuments,
to the depths of men’s souls,
taken in trade.
So freely given,
when asked for.

For I have followed you forever my Love.
Each bright cleansing,
chased by foul corruption.
Each bright soul saved
a thousand falling.
Between us.



Copyright 2011 Cutter Murdoch