Like a shadow
you were always
with me to meet the
biblical terror.

Hugging the function
of whole-being, I drive you
to do a crazy triangle
interpreting the universe.

The metaphors
were changing daily to
describe the unethical
slaughter of hymns.

I will not pray
to live in this circus.

The little pain grows.
Writing poems for you
calculating the risk
of becoming an angel.