In God’s Name by Harry Gallagher

Well he sang to the skies
for his sisters and brothers
and he howled to his God
for sweet deliverance.
And his fingers twined like wire
and his palms they clasped,
blood locked wood blocks,
stabbing at the Heavens

While all around his shade
the church bells hollered
and the walls, they groaned
a thousand years of mourning;
of heartbeats ceased
at the points of swords
on a timeless crusade
in the image of his saviour.

And his tears, they wring
in time with the belltower,
echoing its doom to no one
but the lacerated priest,
his rosary count embedded
in that space in his head
where a life would have lived,
but for men in God’s name.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s