DEAREST WEAKLING

Pray on your way down.

Arrived as saplings,

impatiently striving,

only to fall asleep in some church’s shadow.

 

I want you to wake up,

despite the eyes of stone.

Please don’t turn inwards " a cave is a grave.

 

Dazed. Can’t discern seasons,

or remember place names.

It fell apart so quick " and the mockery.

 

Plunder’s unburied.

She’s horribly eager;

baring breasts for any baseborn beast.

 

Enticing, beckoning,

even in blindness.

Spreading legs amidst looters’ headlights.

 

Why did you hide? Tell me.

Having kissed your rapists.

Vanquishment. Sickened when I saw you smile.