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I remember writing this poem, but I have long since forgotten why it was written.
Rib is posted here because I had made a little sketch to go with it, and despite not remembering the inspiration, I do remember having a purpose.
Content Type: Poetry Singles
Content Created: Fall of 1993
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From the first celestial vision
Through the corridors and causeways of time
Beyond the common corner crucifixion
Of someone drowning their dreams in wine
The very staples of our prayers are fulfilled
Everytime the hunger of need is quelled
In the broken down church where our golden dreams are beautiful
Behind these panelled walls aches the rib of the chapel
Hands linked and mend into a circle
Old foes relinquish hate to the wind
Everyone vows to work until
Their kind can compose a worthy message to send
Life-blood pulses within the walls
In a place where the inanimate bares knowledge of the apple
And now when the prayers are not answered with a saintly call
They break down and crack the rib of the chapel