I Smote
the day
....he left
me
.... hanging slack
from some sad,
urine fouled
light pole
on a lonely backstreet
freight route
... dismal,
stank, night
his shadow
gone asunder
just around the corner
No calling out
for mercy
knowing exactly
where I went wrong
I wonder
but my weaknesses
prevailed
held
me captive,
and
nailed me to the cross
's my eternal blunder
V
