I am the Atheist of SpringA Poem by Hayley
I am the atheist of spring
I fled Her
And She fled me
Like Her nightly passes
Over doors brushed with lamb’s blood
She chants “Judas, Judas”
Looks for a son
(Does Her cross lie in a bed of blossoms?
It is hidden just as I)
I paint my tendril arms in poppies
As the lamb for Her slaughter
“Bring life to this one
For she is more dead than my brother”
© 2012 Hayley
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Last Updated on March 18, 2012
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