day 14: revelations

How many of you did I fool?
When the skin, thin, burnt up
in your hallow, glass-stained hall;
When the face, painted more,
took the steepest fall;
When in the eyes, open-shielded,
you saw me run from call,
How did it give you any rule?
How many of you did I fool?

How many think that I’m still here?
I couldn’t bear to watch at Plymouth
Throw my question in the air
I couldn’t sit behind the sound
No bulletin to tear
I took no flesh, no blood, no Babe
Kept my jaw locked for your swear
Don’t trip it for your kind of fear.
How many think that I’m still here?

How will I last once I go on?
When the axis, tilted-shift,
Broke the kneel from my knees
I waded through the salt you spilt
Cuts split open, screaming pleas
The chains that lifted my hands high
Same ones that held behind my back--
These hands now trip over themselves
To wrestle all polite attack
How will I last once I go on?
Fuck it, I just will. I have and I will. Watch me from your twelve gates.