The Innocence Of Innocents Poem by Saul McCandless

For what right have you?
This cowardly stance,
These lies and untrue riddles,
I cannot sense the anointment
of your thoughts
This time has come and gone too far
This place no longer belongs to us
You have taken and raped
All bridges
now burned
Lie crumbling like my arteries
From the distrust that now
pumps around my body
I once would have killed a million
priests
Just for the touch of love
Now and then and then again
These, those, them days are destroyed
Toyed with by impulses
Of a cheat and coward
I have no time in which
To want to know your presence
These lips will taste another
No regrets but time wasted
On you
On life
On my self