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From Dust To Flesh To Texas (Free verse) by Caducus

Safe within the ultra-scan I was barely visible Asleep in a manger Until Herod killed me With ten latex swords. After I was born I was barely visible Sour breasts from a sweet Mother Who sang of a Mocking Bird That never came. When I was twelve my Dad showed me Jesus but I saw a carpenter dying on a cross he carved? So I could be forgiven For pending sins. When I was twelve My God was born in Texas She weighed two pounds four ounces And crucified my devils By the time I was thirty. Some babies are born old They have lived a hundred lives Searching to be found And dying lost For they were alive to be dead again. I have loved her always From dust to flesh to Texas And now I have a home in her The door is locked But I am visible.

Caducus 24-Sep-05/4:11 AM
I agree but then this is a personal one unlike most of mine which are not.

My love life is a bit wonky and I'm not a great poet just honest and fucked up.

Thank you for reading.




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