The Lord's Prayer (Speckett)

[sunsetdawn20]

The Lord’s Prayer

You’d mock me if you saw

My fingers caressing the smooth beads

Like once upon a time

Your dark, salty skin

Bruised and torn open

You walk to the gallows with

Your amused, trademark half-grin

Never said you’d stay

And I never dared ask

Hands folded in useless prayer

I curse destiny’s cruelty

Choked by the rosary’s tight embrace

You see a cheeky parrot

In your fall

You breathe

My name

Was your end

On the fateful death warrant

The rosary drops

In imaginary blood

Painted by feverish guilt

And blasphemous mourning

For the only God

I always

Loved

You.