Fallen
I will not remain here
Worn out and
Still this fear won’t keep me here
Sirens
And red lights that warned
Me.
Change to wails and gray lights
Calling out
To him within
This hymn with him who
Reaches for
This filthy, stingy, cheaply-reaking, stink,
I.
He falls
As I hiss at you ‘stinking, reaking, cheap, stingy filth!’
Remorse.
The deep hoarse-voiced singer rises
He sings praises
To the one who fell rose, fell rose, fell rose, fell…. rose!

© bodo