Rage

I
RISING ABRUPTLY FROM MY PRAYER GARDEN
ENCUMBERED BY YOUR WREATH OF HALF BLAME
WHITE OR WHEAT
YOU SAY
STAY
LOWERING MYSELF DOWN INTO DIRT
BENDING TO MEET THE EARTH TO FIND MY BEGINNING
I AM MET WITH SOLID IMMOVABLE FORCE
I WILL STAY
LAYING STILL IN THE MULCH OF MY MAKING
TRYING NOT TO BE SEEN
CAMOUFLAGED
YOU WALK AROUND AND OVER ME CALLING TO ME
TRIPPING
I HAVE MADE YOU SPILL THE WINE
THE EARTH AROUND ME BECOMES MUD
PUNGENT AND RED WITH THE REMAINS OF BLUDGEONED GRAPES
I
RISING TO MEET YOU IN YOUR FURY
GROWING EVER TOWARDS THE SUN
REACHING TOWARDS YOUR THRUSTING FISTS
I GRASP YOUR SORROW
WE WILL BURY IT IN THE GARDEN
I STAY

A.L.