Judas Priest

in the unseen vanities

of my frivolous mind

Your head fallen forward

scrapes the ground

and sweat

like drops of blood

mingles in the dirt

my head, set back

in revulsion

at the horrors

I’ve placed on

your heaving shoulders

when you became sin

for me.

© Mark Ellis 2006

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