The grey man shrugs beneath the pressure of countless souls.
Without stilts
the grey man cannot see
over the cloud cover
and is kept from light
Steeples and crosses
slice ancient wounds
into the subtle cascade of light
from shy stars
Eyes full of tears
feet bleeding,
the grey man bent
dwells on steeper pathways.
None of us here can hear his weeping.
We are busy with our own salvation
Wilting underground
Protected from
a human rain of nails
But the grey man continues to walk,
rusted nails driving
into the flesh of his back.
He notices nothing
but the longing of his soul for peace
and protection.
We have never protected him.
We place him on our cars
on buildings on walls
around our necks
like some generous charm
Stuff all of our mistakes down his throat
so he would choke and become a hero.
the grey man cannot see
over the cloud cover
and is kept from light
Steeples and crosses
slice ancient wounds
into the subtle cascade of light
from shy stars
Eyes full of tears
feet bleeding,
the grey man bent
dwells on steeper pathways.
None of us here can hear his weeping.
We are busy with our own salvation
Wilting underground
Protected from
a human rain of nails
But the grey man continues to walk,
rusted nails driving
into the flesh of his back.
He notices nothing
but the longing of his soul for peace
and protection.
We have never protected him.
We place him on our cars
on buildings on walls
around our necks
like some generous charm
Stuff all of our mistakes down his throat
so he would choke and become a hero.