I
nail my hair to the floor
whisper
through the strands
Oh my Hosanna
do you hear me tonight?
oh my Hosanna
shoot me a sign because
I lift you up
I lift you up
until you are the
highest
I
cast you you take flight
into
this deconstructing night
rain
shining hammers
down
upon
my head
upon
the dead memories I
scatter
on your altar
like lilies
resurrected
For
you I know of fires
around my eyes
they burn
they bring me
here with
crooked fingers
I shoot you higher
count the nails tumbling from my
hands
you forgot me left me here
a thousand angels with
tar-pitched wings
they drag me to
this precipice
they drag me here
life is for the
jumping
oh my Hosanna
Hosanna in the highest
you
bury me like a stick
after
you have broken off the buds
to cast you to take flight
they drag me
here
call me fool to
my face
show me my
swelling toes underneath
your heels
and
these nails
tumble
upon my head
Yes, for you I have known of fires
with crooked
fingers I
pray to you
through the
ravaged ends of
my hair
the
floorboards hear me
pity
me
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