In the Age of Bloodletting

Everything in that period
was designed to be explosive

Lord, leave a sweet verse
on the whisper of my breath

Powder keg cancer in the lungs
a sci-fi radiation warzone

What was done unto one was done unto all
not a lick of care in their chemical kisses

Born with a fever into a fiery vision
a streak of rebellion emblazoned on spine

Taught me how to judge a fair story
and leave juries hung when stones are involved

Small gods upon earth and many fathers in heaven
these are the trials you’ll tie to your tale

No one else kept the score so steady
or held wisdom safely in the echoes of silence