A NEW SUN BEGINS TO DIE

If you gave me wine

I’d drink it to the dregs

And toss the empty bottle at the world

If you show me Jesus

I would mount the cross

And steal the iron nails for my hands

I stray in disbelief

For I was your stigmata

You still shudder just as if I am

The shreds of broken glass inside your veins

But when it is my time to pass

You’ll find that I was vain

I shuffle from the world

In pity and disdain

I guess I had too high an expectation

And on my death bed life seems just

A fleeting recollection

Of sinfulness, of poverty,

 mere pleasure and deception.