Broken and Contrite
The coin has been flipped
And has at last come to land
And on the rough of the table
It wobbles–won’t stand
And all the breathless moments here are called
That there is but one lonely path, and no reason to stall
I tried all the circles that ‘ave ravaged my frame
And all kinds of talk that ‘ave brought blush to my brain
And now jisatsu she sings, sweetly calling my name
Will the it fall on its head and take me to damning judge?
Or will the eagle prevail and on mercy’s wings take me up?
Only time, she will tell, this singular thing
And far off in elsewhere, I can hear the bells ring
Are they playing a dirge fit for the grave?
Or maybe they’re ringing for succor to save?
So come Maris and Jude and Michael with Sword
Come sweet broken Lamb whom they nailed to the boards
For my hour has come and my soul’s in your hands
And not a week forward, we’ll meet in your lands
(And when fate finds its purchase–I beg– keep them safe in your hands)
