by Alice Grey

Created on: April 28, 2008

Daniel in the Lion's Den

4.00 am.

His tears tear at my
Conscience.
Jack Daniels his only company.

The Father
Comatose;
His play-pen.

The mother;
His cot, Propped
Against the wall.

I take him in my
Arms and He is
Mine.
Sweet son, my Brother
Would
that I could
Buffer
Your
Pain.

Would
that I could
Make
Yours
Different to
Mine.

Son of Mine
Son of Mine

Let me hold you in my arms little boy
Let me whisper in your ear

Let me teach you of the
Sun

and the
Moons
and the
Stars

while we
Dance
a
dizzying dance of
Love
to the charging roll of the
Dice
as it barrels dangerously round the
Roulette Wheel
round and round and round
we go
Spinning and Spinning

Mother?
Sister?

do you love me?

Daniel
in the
Lion's Den
How do I stop the Wheel from turning?

little boy
with the Strength of a lion
little boy
with the Faith of a saint
little boy
with the Grace of an angel

Would that I could sweep the
Cards from the table,
Rage through the Temple
like
Christ in his
Fury.
Banish the
Sinners
in
Righteous
Indignation

alas,

Rage and Rage
as I might
against
Your
Cruel Destiny

My
Arms
prove too

Weak

to
Carry
You.

My
Legs
Buckle
beneath your
Weight.

My
Heart
Strains
with the
Consequence
of
Loving
You.

My Son,
with the
Strength of a Lion

My Son,
with the
Faith of a Saint

My Son,
with the
Grace of an Angel

Forgive Me
my
Inefficacy.

Forgive Me
my
Fear.

I
Turn Away from You.
my
Impotence
a
Foul Stench Clinging to the Fabric
of my
Existence.
Your Pain Tearing
at my Ribboned Soul.

Son of Mine
there shall never be another.

Always
My
Daniel
From
the
Lion's Den.

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