Thursday, July 28, 2011

surrender (when they come for me)

surrender (when they come for me)

And the more I thought about it, the more I dug out my memory things I had overlooked or forgotten. I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored. In a way, it was an advantage.
Mersault, The Stanger, Albert Camus


when they come for me
i will not put up a fight

as they rush me from behind
pinning me down to earth

underneath the weight of a knee
bloodied mouth and handcuffed

my hopelessness will seem brave
my solitude will cloak me like armor

i am a warrior monk celibate and monogamous
as i have surrendered my sword to prayer

burying little scrolls of you in my lungs
tattooing haiku of you beneath my tongue

each heart beat a confession of supplication
eyes blinking Morse code meditations

for a man cast aside faith is a silent weapon
against the undertow calling like Sirens

gods and mortals alike are offended and angry
because bones can break but i cannot

captured and sentenced to life in prison
as if that changes anything
as if that changes anything


whispering to myself no longer praying
the secrets of a dead man walking

if it were you slipping up behind me
your hand on my shoulder to turn me around

your hand taking mine as we face to face
look at all that has come before to this place

that could be the end to this crusade
a fa├žade of all that we have failed to share

i am weary of being a solitary soldier
whose only grace is recollection and belief

and that is the truth behind the legend
of my falling under the weight of their assault

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