By KatyBeth Date: 20 December 1998
Beating heart
race to the finish of
this question
this hopeful remark
and if you lose or win
or remain altered
for all times
never break for my sake
Let his words
quench your stomach's
aching thirsts
and if they are sand
pound it silent
and firm to each
muscular, porcelain
wall
Breakage will be soul deep
And strength will be your rope
If only his words,
his beautiful sacred words
Would feed this dying hope.