Gethsemane
Below the hill
where garden olives blossom in the heat
and sleep comes easily to some
pain slides like sour oil around the rocks
kissing the soul
colouring the night
In the distance soldiers look for signs
on unfamiliar paths
walking into the dark
while one man fights for the future
taking the cup
holding back the angels
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Tim Lenton, 15/04/2008 |
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