Monument

Build a monument
of stones
Piled loose and jagged
one onanother.

Set flowers,
all little Yellow
~Some call them Gold~
into places
where rocks
can close lock hands.

Hold me
here
onthisplace.

Anchor
these things
with oil
smooth, touchanddrip.
armsandlegs
and Souls far far far away.

Set to me A Flame
whose honeyed hands
and soft dove voice
break all my resistance down.

Me, this pool of blood,
your human domain,
your sacrifice of
Flesh and Bone.
I’ll be your first born,
foundling, amateur,
disgrace,
your sacred wrong
broken down
upon this place
this
mountainside
of stone.