by Jonathan Hunter-Kilmer
cold and melting
dripping sweat
sodden clothes and skin
change
the mood
and shirt
wipe face
let the night begin
is it real
that gaping mouth
with its dripping fangs
breath hot, stinks of rotten meat
bringing old fear's pangs
acid drops fly in the air
spittle of the beast
I took pills a bit ago
visions have not ceased
am I on an empty plain
but for this huge thing
or a precipice with wind
also howling
little difference does it make
nightmare
vision
what
You allowed it to come in
You'll make its mouth shut
or its body go away
or me fly beyond
any nightmare, or real threat
for my sins are gone
and no beast can hurt my soul
in Your bleeding hands
I will be completely safe
as Your cross commands
I am soaring tight and safe
evil falls away
though I do not feel that now
I'm no longer prey
You have opened lethal traps
sprung Your people out
I leap ever to Your breast
passion ends all doubt