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?