I’ve been dis-appointed,
stripped of position and personal effects,
removed abruptly from fellowship of the saints,
sent packing and held back with the sign of the cross
I hold dear.

I’ve been dis-illusioned,
rudely awakened from the dream of reconciliation,
jolted with the reality of the corruption of the human soul,
forced headfirst to see the looking glass is covered with grime,
clouded through.

I’ve been dis-enchanted,
blindfolded by mates and made to walk the plank,
weighted by the void of unnamed sin you tied ‘round my neck,
sunk into the abyss where the forgotten rot. There will be no
recompense.

I’ve been dis-mayed,
dis-membered, dis-assembled, dis-believed. Believe you me,
I’m more than annoyed. So I implore you, disregard my anger
for this stretch. Take it for what it is: a bit of poetic
dis-tension.