Six Notes For God's Ears

no power tonight
over pains hot votive burn
blazing and growing

old loveless insults
tramp my defenseless bones
with sharp sticks, quick knives

no, no place to hide
not even in the strong arms
of lovers gone by

where will this journey
take my caged body to,
what awful places?

God, I am your fool
in awe of this consciousness
and this map to know

new eyes for the dream
dream, a refreshed spirit,
coming this black night