Thick, deep, blazing
Salty,
warm
with the beating of life
Spilled across a brow, an innocent
body
Slipping from a briar crown, from a splintered cross
beam Liquid like rose petals, plucked from an iron stem
Driven deep, piercing the Reflecting heaven's
sinking
fire,
Hammered
feet that
walked a sea
till
tomorrow
through hands
That gave the cardinal his feathers
The apple
its
the twilight
shine
its
light
Thick, deep, blazing
Red.
Christopher R. Cranberry
