I sit amongst my dreams
in the graveyard of my mind
like Legion – no chains can bind me
Tormented by my failings
as a father – as a man
a husband, lover, friend…
walking with the dead
into the mist
leaving society…
Pacing slowly towards eternal insanity
chanting in unison
sharing candlelit pitiful piety
with aged knights
wearing armour
that has rusted into futility
stopping neither arrow nor sword
my heart pierced by steel
no crown of thorns
as I cling to the cross
thirsty for my saviour’s blood…
Forever carrying the splinters, the scars
of infinite salvation
offered freely – yet costing all
morality of the highest order
expected – demanded
countered by universal grace
judgement defeated – vanquished
My feet bleeding
from walking on flint
knowing like Joab
I will be struck down
clinging to the altar of the Lord…
Urban Dandy London 