Poem: Elbow Room

 

Elbow Room

 

in the aftermath came

the unknown wasn’t.

defiance under the curse

of the anti-gift of faith.

 

thoughtless yet untouchable,

the antiseptic pilgrims of progress

cleansed the Cross,

made it easier to sacrifice,

 

to sink down and down,

with the zeal of a grub,

savoring without seeing

God’s defiled corpse.

 

you might ask,

 

what fear possessed them, what sin,

to invoke the light and climb,

yet descend more than rise

in the cruelty of their holes?

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4/1 ... "made" replaces "making"

3/31 ... "grub" replaces "maggot"

"unknown wasn't"  is a reference to gaslighting ... or whatever

Inspired by Schoolhouse Rock: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs2w4lwQRtc