to throw open ones arms and walk out the door
breathe fresh air and face death
to be free to beg
release the Spirit
be dependent on the Good:
this would be Magna Carta
a declaration and new beginning
a counter-cultural curse
to be judged, rejected, despised
how long could one survive
doubting in faith
believing with doubt
Jesus might appear
kiss your lips
pat your back
and take you home
then you'd be free
to pray for those
who cursed your tact
the piteous cry of a besieged hawk
reaches the ears of the falconers
as the prey plants teeth into its feathered breast
revenging blood once drained as food
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