The Living

Stealthily you winked pointed beneath my feet I stamped on that very spot of earth a way opened I fell into the depth of a tunnel you were waiting for me you took my hand and quickly we ran tunnel after tunnel to the pool of this spring when the decrees sacrificed me — beautiful-faced — at the foot of the idol when the decrees burned me — heretic — in the midst of fire when the decrees crushed me — lover, lover — in the stoning you always always winked: I always stamped on the floor of the prison and was flung into the tunnel where you were waiting for me: I have held your hand tight...