Gall

Oh
I feel bitter
And there is no sense in it
Because
There is no end
But more

And gall
Who wants
To drink that
Anyway

Drink fit for a cross
It seems
And only when a savior
Suffers there
Who can’t be receiving
Anything approvable
Anything
With savor
Lest
It’s awful

And I can’t
Go that far
You know I can’t
Because there’s only one
Who could
And that is done
And there is
Triumph now

And it’s not
The bitter kind
But is for friendship
From a god
To the rest of us
Done
For companionship
In fact
So heaven won’t be lonely
Anymore

And so where is gall
It isn’t mine
Even though the world
Tries to recreate
The vintage
From blood violently spilled
And from
More corruption

And yet
It stands there
Wasted
On the ground
No need for the symbol
Except to be reminded
(that can be done
with two dimensions
only)
Anymore

C L Couch


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