With Dying Breath

A day will come,
Love will meet us
without the intrusion of gravity-
pushing kneecaps down
’til dirt gathers within their bend.

Let these lips
sing gratitudes evermore,
positioned in wait
for a Man brought
down to zero,
as we brought forth
the verdict: guilty-

He died.
Showing no earthy thing
can secure safety-
only what we do not wish to see.

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