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thief

what would you steal from me, thief?

these Romans took my clothes
my friends ran off with their loyalty
my priests filled their pockets with my people 
I’ve nothing left but you
my captive audience 

it took a lot to nail you down 
and gain your full attention 

all your life 
you worshipped at the altar of desire  
only to find it is a god unsatisfied
by less than everything

in all your crimes 
you were the victim and now you find
a god is dying next to you 
and you so skewered you cannot even
stretch a hand out to ask for mercy

smile, thief
you are the archetype
the first to take his cross and follow me 

nothing is what it seems 
your prayer was answered long ago and you will see  
breaking and entering done here
on a cosmic scale 

will I remember you?
I tell you the truth
today you will be with me in paradise


Second poem of seven in the sequence words from the cross. Revised December 2017.

Godfrey Rust, godfrey@wordsout.co.uk. See here for details of permissions for use.