‘God only knows’ tolled the tune, a blood sister
reforming and back in the flock – cognitive prodding.

‘What’s my name?’

A jab, then uppercuts to remind her.

Flayed, swayed and finally floored.

Rewinding – a walk where others once found me.

Nails did penetrate to remind her, intensifying the name of god.

Whispers cascade, die to a moment - lost like emptiness.

Death breathes in graveyards, hangs in trees to remind her.

An autumn took its fall, winter crystallized tears,
no sheep in our field that spring.

Both innocent and broken taste the same dank air
but the name of god permeates to remind her.

© 2002

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