Monday, October 06, 2008

What color will you wear?

[Words and rhythm are the only tools we have of expressing to the world, and sometimes they are not enough. My agitation at reading this piece of news was moist enough that I can't hold it in a poem. But it is all I have. I know that Gods of saffron making will pay for their disciples' actions. And I hope the souls of these women find peace.]

I think I'll wait here
On the gates of heaven and hell

I forgive you, though you never asked
I don't judge you
But I think I'll wait here
I'll wait for you

I am curious, about you and your God
I am curious, about how He is
And most of all, I am curious
About the color you'll wear

What color will you wear, when you arrive
Will you wear saffron, or green
Or will you come naked like everyone does
I am curious if you'll come naked like I did

Will your God be pleased that
You took away my precious
And left this battered soul, oh
Will your God reward you

I don't judge your God, He must be a God
I am simply curious, of the color
Are His eyes colored saffron, or green,
And does He give you peace

And will He come running to the gates
To claim you His own
Will He love you, and forgive you
And will He see me

Yes, I think I'll wait here
On the gates of heaven and hell
I'll wait for you