8/23/74
Erin Allen
It crawls under skin and wraps around organs
Under that street light a new life begins
It feels sick but I know we are not alone
If it took me from here, and I found a new home
In that cold steel and warm beamed light
Forgoing violence gaining love and bare might
This could be our Genesis, an unerring return to form
Though almost obscured by dark clouds of storm
I could’ve looked away like an old friend I snub
But maybe it’s all God, and this craft my burning shrub
A vision from a universe demanding to be heard
And who am I but the mere acolyte who observed?