Saturday, October 04, 2014

Tailing Iscariot.

He walks with a ring in his ear
He thinks pain is in tears:
She has lived with pain for a long time
So a simple head nod
And soft painful sighs
Speaks to her more
Than a thousand sad words
Or a torrent of tears.

He walks before her boldly
He believes the world
should be conqured with offensive rage
But she has fought too many times
And she knows that true victory 
Isn't in the little battles
But in being the conqueror
At the end of the war.

He walks with his loin cloth baring his butt
He insists on leading the way;
He truly feels he has it all figured out.
He wills to put her in place,
But the bare sight of his nakedness
Reveals a vulnerability
That she covers.
Standing behind him makes her his shield.

He walks fast, looking up, barking orders
He forgets that sometimes
The wind speaks but we can only hear in silence.
She heard the warning
But she could not convey it
He is still howling and gliding on
And heading toward the trap;
And she sees him fall.

He should get up and carry on and be.
He may get it at last
That pain is beyond tears, rage never conquers
And no one ever does it alone;
None knows it all or figured out.
He may even realize
That our true strength is
In our very weakness.
©Naan Pocen