This poem was the result...
The rope broke
Hanging from the dead tree
The trumpet has long since summoned her home
Perhaps it was God’s will
To drag her kicking to this place
Only to watch her feet dangle
She was no beauty
Not that you ever noticed
Only I noticed her
Squinting during your sermons
Reading meaning in your words
No one was ever meant to notice
She was nobody
Still she spotted you
The lies in your rants
Repeated until they sounded like truths
They rang false in her ears
The clamour never ending
Until she couldn’t take it any more
Couldn’t live quietly
She had to scream it out
Pointing her finger at you
As you’ve pointed yours at so many
So you sent her to the tree and the rope
Only to have the rope snap
Freeing her, though she was already dead
Her body disappeared before it hit the ground
Everyone could hear the trumpet
Calling her home from here
How you rant and rave about her now
Your fear screaming through your rage
Everyone is starting to see the lies
Listen with her ears
How long before you yourself go to the tree?
I doubt your rope will snap
No trumpet will sound for you
I’ll be waiting though
Waiting to collect your rank soul
As it slips from your body
Beyond heaven’s salvation
Into my patient grasp.
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