what I gave to satiate you!
All for silver, gold, and a cloak of brilliance
I coveted and took
witheld and hid
stood indignant, covered myself with pride and fear.
What I did to trouble you!
Lies, shame, and a crime of proportion
I earned my stones
offended counsel, tainted the nation with ashes and crimson.
what You’ve done and given to restore me!
Romance, vineyards, and a gateway of hope
You persuaded and promised
torn and healed
revived tenderly, dressed wounds with dignity and white.
The voices have risen and all the talk is clear
all the Things She Said are sure and the notion of flesh is impossible not to hear.
Bow down to the idol, worship the splendorous gold!
Bow down to their god, worship the statue & behold!
If you dare say you wont
keep your affections and don’t
it’s the end you’ve warranted, a life resigned to smolder and smoke.
Costs considered and consequences secure
I’d rather walk the funeral pyre then succumb to coercive fear.
Shocking and audacious, resistant and robust
but even if I burn away I cannot serve the system or worship the image they set up.
The binding in place and the execution set
soldiers on all sides to burn this body to death.
To my confidant’s and my opposition’s surprise I’m not touched by the flames and we all ask why?
Preservation, protection, and providence collide
Never of my own devices
the Fourth Man to my right.