Charles Darnell

I walk along a melancholy strand,
Hearing music played too far
To be meant for me.
Drifting down the beach,
...

Ah Jesus! You do me no favors!
You give me life, but not my life!
You raise me up, what am I to do?
You are borne away with the crowd,
...

We tell ourselves that it will come.
It will descend upon us
While we are busy
Or simply laying about,
...

Well Lord,
Here I am in the last scene of that last act.
This how you wanted it, right?
You got your crucifixion
...

In the early morning hours
the blood dries from arterial red
to sullen black
on the floor,
...