Sick-like in a manger
I was there
when they nailed you to the cross
Love-like words in
staccato stutters
I didn’t want to see you go
Dreams like heaven
and I am still waking
to hatred lurking
Prey-like steps
though haunted
slayings of war
Onward-like movements
through shallow pits
of yesterday’s soul
Much like the fairytale
of the old testament
you had your reasons
Poet-like intentions
the religion of knowing
when blood spills
Out-like streams of consciousness
in doubt of your everything
make your presence known.