Wednesday, December 1, 2010

The Weighing of the Soul

Come now, iron bracer firm
Cast in adamantine bands
Beat your steel spikes through the holes
Drill through iron into my soul
Come now, chain of lead
Child of serpent and steel
Forged in anguish, cooled with tears
Yet burning red always as you sway
Embers in your searing wake
Come now, O Weight of My Soul
Let me kiss the too fimiliar burden
Lay upon my back the whip, the iron, the sack
Upon my shoulders, yoke me to the millwheel
That al my days I should stumble blind
In circles grinding the stones together
Yet never a step closer or farther
Come now, sweetest blade
Shall I fall upon thy cool call
Come now speedy end
As all the pillars come down

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