Fastened to my belt (Free verse) by irishfolksuicide
This; a walk in which a sea wind would thrive
and drop as low as deserts bare rock, where
all the houses stand thirty steps back.
A road that, to my eye, would lead to the sun
were it not to rise, a gentle slope, to a cliff face
And walking this road, past people that never
tired of looking through windows. I carried
with me contrition
fastened to my belt, ready to offer the priest.
And the priest when I saw him, smiled and
but like a trophy and not a brother. Next time
fastened to my belt will be a grenade.
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