Redemption

I always wanted redemption

To tell someone

I love her

For perhaps then she’d know I’m superwoman

And pass on with her, holding hands past death

And I heard it said

Whatfore did those bastards

Kill jesus on the cross

Why not me instead

But to show us all, me, life in death

And have I asked her

To be my friend, got cut

And blood-let, bloodless

Wheretofore

Can I rise from this

Death beckoned by my own hand

But tell her I love her then

Perhaps she’ll understand

The reason I chose not death

But her instead, and

Spirit arise in her breath