Golgotha by Michael Malone

Golgotha – Michael Malone

Her head shelters under the bridge
of a concrete arm. Lower limbs
crushed in silent squat
as if
the simple act of standing
would push up the sky
and make the stars fall in
to drown in our oceans.
As if
the simple act of standing
would colour the world
grey with lack.

As if
all she needs is my touch.
My blessing.

Michael Malone

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