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Title: Heretic Breath
Author: Jim
Date Submitted: 4/22/2010
Email: jimellner@hotmail.com

 
Poem: The startled quiet, broken with sound
And the wounded soul
Masked bandit with a snare
Like a fishing hook in my soul
Fires leap from the bowels of hell
And I sweat for another night''s sleep
Boxed and ready to ship
To the incarceration of the charnel house
I battle on the mind ship
Rapped in the alphabets of all great religions
It was the same god, dressed in a million faces
Facsimile for each human caricature
Knew no one law that couldn''t change celestial courts
On any given day the shots were fired
Blood ankle deep, sky boiled under desert sun
Even in December
Only took memory and the winds of time
Not a color of skin are holy language
Just an empty world without hope
Built on the framework of guilt and greed
Enough to set off a hydrogen bomb
And all you wanted was a relic of yesterday ...