Code-words and handshakes
for a secret society.
Masons not so free
sit Indian styled
of worship singing Kumbayah.
Bring a moving target,
a sacrificial lamb to
prove our God-ness.
Circle jerks and sucking
literary cock may be justified.
Learning, is not if it forms the wrong opinion.
However, knowledge and talent
exemplary, and obvious, is so worthy
of being shared amongst friends.
After the vote is taken, recounts will be
handled by the public with numbers stacked.
In your eyes I wish I wasn’t so unremarkable.
In the Comfortable facade you have wrapped me in,
MY wings have been stripped, tattered feathers.
On a cross you sacrifice me and LOVE.
On a mountain far away from Calvary.
Though it feels like I hide in Suburbia.
On the ground below me no frankincense.
Just the myrrh – myrrh of my own voice trailing to the abyss.