Dogs 2007

GRIEF
(10/4/07)


keep
your
distance

you leave
that stinking heap
much to easily
upon my
doorstep

you want me
to feel it
you want me
to heal it
you want me
to pick it up
take it within
and make it
go away

you want me
to swallow it
you want me
to wallow in it
you want me
to smear it
all over myself
until we share
the same stench

that load
of misery
did not exist
until you created it
personally giving birth
to an aborted
fetus
of fear
and faithlessness

now
you doubt everything
except for my
miraculous
projected ability
to remove your pain
even though
I can see
no source

you want comfort
for self realized
catastrophe
but I cannot
provide you
consolation

climb
your own
Calvary
and move
your own
stone

I have
no wine
to offer