Instruments of War •Poetry•

p r e a c h e r

What was it like to have loved you once?
People often ask me
And I tell them nothing

But I write of how it once felt like religion

And How you felt like stained glass and doomed faith

And the wound you have left me, has once turned my heart into a believer

But like all kinds of love affairs between divine reason and humanity

The romance of it all,

Remains one-sided