Wrath Or Mercy Poem by Lora Cooley

We move by instinct
Swinging madly
We move by instinct
Like lepers drive the doubters from our homes
At the bottom of the sea we speak
Darling
Our smoke stitches pictures
Twists in patterns
Dull the fires with bleeding fingers
Let us suffer
Like lovers
Lover we sleep with horror
Dress yourself in shame
Or I will scream
"Oh God, if you are really there give your wrath or your mercy, but please pick wrath."