MIST AND FOG


His blood runs warm to the floor

As he stands on the open stage

Trying to speak words held secret

Arms spread wide in a plea for forgiveness


None will listen, he stands alone

The sun shines to brightly into his eyes

Stinging with memories

What blessings he once had, disappeared


Mud begins to climb up his legs

As he becomes the earth

Blood and spirit vanishing

He cries to the sky


Raising his head as he sinks lower

Deeper into despair

Childhood and innocence lost

If they had ever existed


A presence reaching for him

Salvation taking hold and then passing

Continual resolution and confusion

Judgment crushing down with malice and contempt


All that remains on the stage is blood and soil

He has left, arms folded

Forgotten along with the others

Like mist and fog, they are but dreams


Michael V Hechtman Copyright 2000