Daniel Oliveira


Fingering At The Rope. - Poem by Daniel Oliveira

A virgin of transgression
Swinging slightly
Attempting to reach the neutral point of balance
The twitching stopped
but the rope still swings
swings the pure child to shiver in the wind.

The rustling leaves
Suffocating the last exhale
Soar wrists resting at the angels sides
No one to gasp in disbelief
No one to close their eyes in shame.

pursed lips,
flesh-exposed fingertips,
The saint gnawed at the rope
Kicking the shadows in the crowd of accusations
Martyr of my sins
Martyr for my sins
vice of vanity and virtue
offense to the devout.

your struggle,
striving in the skirmish of hoarse laughter
You left all of us in hushed content
chasing us from iniquity
muted with poise and presence
Falling down to hell with broken wings,
we sent you there, Keep us close.

Keep us hanging
by thin strands of hope
uprooted from our vain attempts at life,
glorified, divine
My deity wreaks of Blood and Torture,
Forbidden taste of atrophy
agony in your rest;
sleep;
peace;
idol;
tainted;
dead


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 13, 2005

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 6, 2010


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