Walking

I tried escaping my memories of you.
My Madonna, my Golgatha had captured me.
Ceaseless walking didn’t bless me with amnesia
Unfading- unburied- memory defeated
The agony of feet sand- papered by gravel.

The insane sepulchre memory sought a
Ghoul. Disinterred religion brought a
Crucifix, Madonna and child
But the child you brought into the world
Became my Passion, my Agonistes.

I fell. Crawling to the altar I licked and licked
-Licking the hallowed ground with joy-
Leaving trails of blood and tears.
And still the memory burned, etching
Its path across my soul.

(Chris)

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