run maggot

run

maggot run

fingerprints in the silver cross

throw it down, throw it

gutter-puddle down; run

maggot run

spittle-slivers, dog-slobber drawn back

across your chin: run

dark, wild, horseman frantic.

light seeks you out,

smells your faith like hunger--

run, run!

silent, grasping now

a house-corner, hidden from the light flood

in the streets.

behind you! from spire windows:

rough-sewn embroidered robes,

night wind flowing through the upheld sleeve;

run, maggot run!

and your charge

left by the rails,

shambled hair and

staggered in a world of chemicals,

in fragile rain

stumbles, stumbles, one step--

run, maggot!

metal, law, divine

engines wait for no flesh.

run maggot

run!

june 2011