Pisgah - Minsk

Faces pressed against the earth tonight

Acknowledgement of the terrors inside

Facing the self effacing the self

This frigid place within me today

Dissolution embraces the eternal rest

As resentment’s bride slides the blade into my side

As we lay prone to the recollections

At these happenstantial alters

All forgiven yet cast as fodder

Where skies have turned from blue to grey