Saturday, December 15, 2012

My Brother keeper

I'm the reason that Creation
Bled
Tearing through the garden as I
Fled
Fists that shook the heavens clenched in
Dread
He seeks for me, and only sees the
Dead.


My Father is a painter all in
Red
His brush is every hair upon my
Head

I'm alive because my brother's
Dead.
He looks at me through Him
Instead.

1 comment:

Holly Zorn said...

Amazing. Actually gave me shivers.