kk s legacy

your in your face fertility yours yes slapped the christian mask from all that mouthed the word made and though we tried to be right in the end we left the one that mattered out of spite in nothingness not even blessed by those that mutter grace it was ours our foolishness in the beginning and at an end spelling out our blood rite tragedy in letters that we could not read in a type face so old that it would be trite had it not died with its language and all i heard was all the prayer a latin murmer it may as well have been over that grave never opened that life not lived it is all so trite to say i know and common not to live with the knowing to forget what we have indeed wrought yet i ll always love you karin despising those lessons that my crying taught that death is born of an ignorant and twisted arrogance of those faults we never fought i ll always love you karin hoping the past remains the past to stay holding fear of death not dead come screaming down our halls and onward towards this balcony of shame who ll always love me karin pretending that moment was the last that i ll never read the words i ve never spoken now all tongues to me and thrown out with the trash Written December 23rd, 2001 © on Apr 09 2002 06:34 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV   18 • 0 • 1