The Man

Look at the death beneath his feet. Mocking and calling his name.
He wonders if God loves him. He knows God hates him.
I bleed these words together for him. But he cannot bleed.
For to bleed you must be alive. He is breathing the dust of death.
I pity this man, his concern is his pain. To stop the pain, to stop concern.
He is stabbing his leg. And the stab mark multiplies throughout his body.
The stab mark symbolizes the stupidity of man. The mark of ignorance.
And he cries out for God, when he is in pain. He uses God when he wills.
But there will be no crying out to God. The day he is burning in hell.

Copyright 2001 Joseph Michael Egan