habergeon

Habergeon
4-19-14


May ones ephod be not loosed from the breastplate
Yet to ramble on in all of such resentment and hate
It's a mess but it's my beautiful mess
I count it a blessing
Even when I don't feel all that great
By the hole in my habergeon
Where it is neither too soon nor too late
Taking up urim and thummim
By the wings of the storm
That doth abate
Making my girdle of needlework
According to what one can create
Taking another drag deep
As if it were my last
Being one to consider my today
And to leave behind my past
May ones ephod be loosed
From such a breastplate....




















Poet And Slave
4-19-14