Arm me

Luke Ratcliffe

Arm Me

Exist! There he stood
The man in shining armor
Insist! Where comes he
But from the land of ardor
And zeal took we thus to
Persist! With laden hearts
And shaking fists

Kiss the ground
The holy ground
Fall face down
The crown of the one who sent me
Spoke and with the sword
Burnished the words
In gold upon the souls of the listless

We drifted on the pale fire that was sent
For forty years it came and went
Pitched in the ditch of tents

On the bloodied stake did you reside
With the saccharine cloth of my wasted cow-hide
You beckoned me to come inside
For a little while