The Architecture Of Time

In Christ’s Mouth

Where you heard secrets

and listened to the chatter

With coins at his feet

and dances

Flames burned my toes

and I hated it

And I hated your shoes

my back all scarred and arched

Your teeth all sharp and dull

There is truth in touch

Why is it I can’t move beyond where I’ve been placed?

You’ll find God

and he will smile and cry

All those tears made out of silver and turquoise

to adorn your wrists and fingers

Where men stronger than I

will carry you through wheat fields

Untill then dear,

Deserve yourself