CONFRONTATION

CONFRONTATION


BY TREADA 9-24-90





AN ANGEL THUMBED HIS FINGERS

ON THE GREAT OAKEN WOOD

AS I STOOD BEFORE HIM

CONFRONTED BY MINE OWN

CHILDHOOD

I HEARD A SNICKER FROM THE BACKGROUND

AND A COUGH FROM THE MOUND

I SWALLOWED HARD AS THE ANGEL READ

FEELING THE LUMP GROW AS GREAT AS MY DREAD

THEN I SAW A SMILE CROSS HIS HEAVENLY FACE

THEN HE WATCHED AS I RAN THE LAST LAP OF THE HUMAN RACE

WOULD I CROSS THE FINISH LINE

WOULD I BEAR WITNESS TO MINE OWN CRIMES

THE ANGEL CALLED FOR JESUS

AND I KNEELED UNTILL MY HEAD TOUCHED THE FLOOR

I HEARD THE SILENCE LOUDLY

BUT COULD NOT RAISE MY HEAD

JESUS WHISPERED TO THE ANGEL

AND STRONG ARMS BROUGHT ME TO MY FEET

JESUS SMILED BEFORE ME

AND I SOBBED LIKE THE CHILD OF MY BIRTH

JESUS SPOKE OF MY WRITTINGS OF THE RIDDLES AND WHAT

I SAID AND THAT I COULD CONTINUE IN ANOTHER TIME ANOTHER

PLACE

HE TOLD ME TO SLEEP

AND DREAM OF THINGS TO COME

I FELT THE DIZZINESS

OF THAT OF THE DRUNKEN RUM

AND NOW I WAIT BY HEAVENS GATE

AND SMILE THOUGH MY WORDS AREN'T MUM