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The Great Martyr

By Christopher Caldwell

I do not fight for what is mine.
I do not yell.
I greet atrocity with silence.
I am the great weeper, I am the sorrow-keeper.
A marble statue with open wounds.
A fresco with real salt tears,
A living wonder,
A marvel.
I have been cut by shards of dreams
I have been wounded by charity's sharp edge
I have been stung, slashed, scourged by love.
The scars are always fresh.
My silence is a conspirator.
Agony unheard, Unheeded.
My lips mouth the words but no voice comes.

I am a conspirator

Trace me beneath my map of scars.
There may still be living tissue
Underneath.
Take my hand,
Rusty nails and all
Clothe me with your lies,
Love me,
And I shall bleed for you, too


Christopher Caldwell is a twenty-one-year old who resides in Los Angeles. He can be reached at ccaldwel@oxy.edu

 


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