A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Good Health
Keep a quiet voice
Lest they hear what they are not meant to hear
The roots of dissonance are threaded through my veins
And not every red cell is on
My side
–Charge me with the care of this flock
A self destructive swarm of paramecium
Roiling in stress and alcohol
The Good Shepherd
Worship leader
But even when I open my mouth to speak the words
That God gave me
I’m muted
Like a cell without color
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