Monday, March 29, 2010

St. Rupert of Saltzburg (patron of Saltzburg)

I have a soft spot for the salt in your bed,

the way you ring in my head like an old bell.

and I know all there is to know about everything

that is green. nobody likes you. the grass will dry

up and wither. is this what God’s word speaks of?

a creature crawls its way through our relationship.

we lost everything. in the light that is left,

your lips are nothing but historic.

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