by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
they slip and fall
or dive
and drive
their souls
away to hell
and take so many unsuspecting
souls
with them as well
and try to pull along
the innocent
in fury trapped
or steeped in guilt
much further damaged
moths infesting quilt
eyes open
lying
maybe not
perhaps in clear disdain
or robed in white
they act for shadows
though Your Light remain
and gnaw on bones
of living people
struggling to be
or trying to be dead
instead
in order to be free
cut off their heads
and rid us
of the maggots feasting here
and wash it all away
Love
lest one more child lose a tear
