brian thomas madden
Ireland (between an ocean and
I come to you in penitence,
with redemption pressed against my lips,
bare soled across the arid sands of Shiloh.
Beneath, the catacombs enshrine our bones,
draped in light and bound by skeletal embrace,
We await the veil of flesh to resurrect
the naked heart that once quaked Babylon.
I come to you in abstinence,
to caress the curve of your fallen dress,
as we bathe by the shores of Galilee.
Between, a tower of Babel divides us with defiance,
I've combed its horizon, clawed tooth and nail
and blown mercurial charges beneath its surface
yet I can not pierce the chambers of your sanctum.