Poem: Absolution

asking for absolutionForgive me

Wash it all away

The sins and unpleasantries that have soiled my otherwise pristine existence.

Rid them. Scour and scald if you must. Scrub.

Make magnificently clean the miasma of my missteps.

Heal. Mend.

But mostly clean.

Absolve.

Purify – and not in the mendacious greed-modeled sense of “purified,” as inrelease the sin

Water from a dirty distant place, now a drink suitable for your refined palate.

Purify with light and air. Let the freshness flow like tears

No longer dammed.

 

The ask is the task we have now unmasked.

Caskets and coffins and cantilevered cornucopias  conspire to conceal,

But better billows of spirit steam, soapy and serene

Vindicate vivacity lurking in vitrines

And antler horns and manors born and all the Andean

Quinoa in China.

 

And now we wait. Refreshed

For now.

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