Two Shadows In Your Room It's Yours I Watch Poem by James McLain

After centuries of shame, grapes are
Found in her mouth.
Carried to the top of the red wood tree and it's
Crown past the leaves, she can see.

Exposed by the rain is a thick heavy root,
The monied claim.
If even before you took my own life, living is,
If living life is life surrounded by those.
Every evil act, that upon one they commit,
Is done,
With the knowledge that this one life, is all
There is.

Your faith has betrayed me,
As millions have been brought back from the dead,
Without any say, tied to the circle of life.
On the edge of two shadows I watch where you go,
The middle path is to thin with bright light to be seen,
So to live you must die a little death every day.

After all the dreams the living have dreamt, you cannot
Remember any dreams​, before that.