Guilty as charged
No pocket watch to hock
No automobile to strip
Just the image you sent me
One dark night on a dark roof
With the ground
A four story drop behind you
As if to say this might happen
If
Or when
Or whatever I do wrong
Sent me
Even before you said
You might do it,
As if that roof
Was a cathedral
Where holy mass
Is consecrated
With something more
That a mere host
For the body
And more than just
Wine for blood,
You screeching
On the telephone
For me to
Take it down
That face
I snatched
From the jaws of death
As if you did not
Want anyone else
To see it,
Guilty, I am,
Perhaps of the greater crime
Of snatching you back,
Not needing another one
On my conscious.
I did it.
I told it and
You can’t have
It back
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