To heir is human

I was there but what did I miss

that caused me to revert back to this

the first of many things to

the last of everything

traces of poison on my lips

from a single harmless kiss

that left me feeling like I was trapped

in a state of abyss

following a trail of betrayal that led

me to a deep well that I drew from

to quench my wanting parched thirst

the water was bitterly tainted

with a curse

stripped of my golden sash and my

last rite of passage to be first

entrusted to me from the day of

my birth my name came from

an angel dressed in white

disguised as a nurse

time will tell on everyone and everything

like sacred secrets embedded in clusters

of a vintage gold wedding ring

wrongfully ticketed on a train

falling into worser things

from people pulling on my wings

angry enough to turn back and

attack, in need of more than ten fingers

to count the lesions on my back

clasping a golden Madona

trapped in brass

fragile memorandums I see in

wood framed glass, on the wall

a clock ticking away my innocent past

closing my eyes and wishing

that the moment would last

long enough for the dead to

rise with the blessing at hand