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Ezekiel J. Krahlin

(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

© 2002 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

Dear Gods of Olympus, why do you torment me so? 
My Zeus, my Zeus, the vulture has returned once more, 
   talons gripping into my hips (with gore), 
   beady eyes staring into mine right before...
My liver gets plucked.

I could remain on this barren cliff for another millenium, 
   my organs ripped apart 
   endless night after endless night...
If I knew it would save my darling's soul. 
Indeed, to know this would be pure 
I wouldn't even notice the vulture, 
   or feel its pain.

Yea, so bring it on. Bring it on. 
My heart is so exquisite, Chakra 5: 
The rays that shoot from it like arrows of fire 
   are the Sperm of Zeus himself -- 
Bless-ed rain of love that coats a wooden tongue
   with wax. 

Ah, belov-ed,  stand proud, 
For your cross is lifted 
   as together, 
We dare The Beast 
To do his most wicked

And thy name David means "Beloved of God".