NOUGHTS AND CROSSES

You Adams

I was never your sundown at Eve.

Your patriarchal ribs

built the cage in my chest

but the drumming of my heartbeat

was always to my own anthem.

You God

I was never your fallen.

Your old testaments

had no cause to be

carved as stone prophecies

into the wells of my palms.

You Demons

I was never your battlefield.

So I lay down sword and shield

and kneel within the circle

of your Legion

with open arms and spirit. 

For I belong whole.

I belong precious.

I belong living.

I belong.

I always have.  


Translated into Spanish online at 'CÍRCULO DE POESÍA' - Sep 2016