My Hunger...

My hunger for a flash of holiness Is lost in the cold light of a metal dawn. For the sovereign flesh of Christ like wisdom Was ravaged & left gravely wounded, By the black beast who devours dreaming. In the ragged realms of the fevered night. My desperate search for communion Withered in the arid desert of false needs. Endless warm visions of undying love Are swiftly replaced by bleak needle chills. The glory of angelhood, that once spoke To me so tenderly, is now mere dust. And the last fragments of faith & mercy Are aimlessly scattered in plagued, dead end streets.