clemency
over the rough gravel and
up the severe grate his feet bleed
and he has thought of God that day
through the brush his 'enemy' chases
him with a black, metal rod on a bicycle
because he does not like him as much
as once thought
then, down the wide expanses of country
road...
that bicycle's terrifying squeak, the rusty
spokes so hard to quicken past...
if he can only make it to their ' home'
sometimes the violence stops and he is
given good food
the rod lays on, brings blood
then a woman emerges on the lane
and tells the man 'He's adorable. If you
don't wish him anymore, I will take him'
then, bundles him up into her arms
her scent like poppies and mercy
his catechisms answered that day
his prayers laid truthful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem