What Wild-Eyed Murderer
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by Peter Meinke We shouldn‘t worship suffering： the world’s a spinning rack where suffering indicates all goes well we‘re alive and not curled up in the black hushhush death dictates as its first condition： no screaming there We crown ourselves with thorns of past transgressions Sharp spears of deed spare no rib of pain： around the cross crashed common lightning usual blood Who earns our reverence should break both cross and crutch in the face of suffering： while the rack turns and tightens they‘ll smile at the sense of touch Suffering‘s too common to be worth anything joy too rare to be priced The saints we search for will embrace the earth： what wild-eyed murderer suffers less than Christ？ |
