Friday, December 28, 2012

The Pieta

With ropes, pulleys, hammers;
Her heart screams into silence,
Her lungs stretched thin
As rugs beaten dry;

Her dirt-crusted fingers
Clutch the white body;
The veins of her hands turn
Pink, red, purple;
Little does she know—
His embrace is tighter than hers 

Published in Calvary Cross

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