Come away with me

thin, dark, pretty girl in the roadside diner

Come away with me…

Crosses by the highway

Words from the language of lost tribes 

Speak of both our solitary and communal grief

A crass apparition of the law

Hangs over each of us

Would be angel 

Spies the man trudging

along the shoulder


Exile from a violated garden

Fig leaves exchanged 

For the skin and blood of 

the One who can save us

Along this broken road

We are all


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