A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth

Chain Links

Chain linked,

tied together, 

wrapped and knotted in 

serpentine 

strands of metal. 

I saw you crucified in a passive gesture, your bare back pressed against the fence on the hottest day of summer, 

and the material world left its marks on you, cross hatch, six exes marking the spots where you waited wearily at the crossroads. I was, and am, enchanted by your sacrifice.

To wait is the weightless offering, 

trusting that time is an endless 

resource, like many eons in the sky, or the songs the angels will sing 

when your shameless scars are finally healed.