'I was once alive! '
a dead man cries at the heavens;
raising fist with impatient gestures.
The clutching of the fingers,
the breaking of the bones.
The heavens open up
to the evil we do.
Bloodshed from wars,
bloodshed from illnesses.
The Blood of Christ given
and
yet
disregarded
'I know only living! ',
the solitary man demands.
But the circle of life
has been drawn.
The fate of certainty
proclaimed and published.
Alleluias and amens
flock like napkins
folded into place.
Winds scour the sky for axioms
as weeping Mary floats her prayers
through vibrant songs of heavenly protection
Be still hurting flesh.
The pain shall pass,
the misery will vanish.
'I once was alive! '
he moans as his skin
explodes in tumours.
Victim to stigmata dreams
and
a
hearse
travelling
in
purposeful
direction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem