but it’s no good,
the secret out,
and I am on my knees.
what I say is holy,
holier than the tomes of great men
whose bodies are dust;
I can no longer blow them for good graces
except by exhale,
head buried to the lap
of dead gods turned to ash.
what I say is holy
3 Comments to “what I say is holy”
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Emotional and thought provoking! Pete
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Whenever I read your poetry it makes me miss writing , but the words are just not there..
love this poem Jhon..very emotive for sure. -
This is good Jhon!
The last line is not one I’ll forget anytime soon.head buried to the lap
of dead gods turned to ash.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 