THE UNDYING
I never lose;
When I do, I refuse
to let my captors
be the only ones
laughing;
(Heck) He’s the one
who’s dragging
All this weight
through the muck
As I gaze at the sky,
At the trees passing
by,
And the birdies
flying high:
They’re free like me,
no
sweat, no fret, no
debt to repay; I’m
Cruising through the
pain. These
rocks, these thorns
cut
flesh, draw blood, I
draw
strength from every
ribbon made.
I’m being re-made
into an image that’s
invisible and powerful—
fit for the bliss
that I’m going to.
