Antisepsis

Pushed undercoat
by sterile gauze
I lose
my beauty
the sunshine
You gave me

Yoked
by antisepsis
making me fearful
not lovable
I sleep cowardly
with the foolish kind
of wise

instead of learning
to love


I distrust them

for I've seen
what they're capable of
in armoirs
of secret skeletons
though
convincing otherwise


I seem to understand
the man from Galilee
better these days
as he walks among
the putrid
infectious

downtrodden of Nazareth

of whom by chance
I became a part
and so prefer to exchange
my holiness for their sin

as I've seen

it's better to be
sinful rather than
become childless
hidden in the dusky closet

of drunken probity


For what is justice?
What is godliness?

What is love?

Except for me to stand
before You face to face

and be moulded by your
shine and revealing
thoughts