Am I Sacred Now?

Am I Sacred now?

…and then, Sword to Plow

Share, compete, allow

It, my Temple frowns,

and grins, yet again,

please remind me when.

Why? The shroud is thin,

or thick, piercing pin

folds me in. Hymnal

versed? Subliminal?

overt withdrawal…

Push? My Priest? Mournful.

© CGT, 2017.

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Obol is a poet and an infrequent writer of prose.

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