God's Blood
Shaking you held the tray of God's blood
but not out of fear
exposing the seriousness in your brow
you cried during a Christmas church service
over a sermon you didn't particularly care for
you yelled hoorah
even though you were a mechanic
for the airforce
my grip on your truth is shaking
As a child I envied
the fearless with
disrespect for authority
embarrassed
I spent nights crying
I remember the smell of the
gloomy classroom staring
at the road darkened
by the clouds I anticipated
the end of the day doodled
played with my glue
my memories of childhood are shaky
like your hands on God's Blood.
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