Body Slam

The winds of change I'd welcome now
     to blow away my cares somehow
they'd swirl around my thought-ful head
     and rattle loose the things I dread
then sweep away my feats and pain
     so I won't have to cry again.

The body bears the memories now
     all that mercy will allow
There's much to learn from skin and bone
     the terror in them fairly moans
for they have grown from blood red seeds
     and bear a map to blood red deeds.

c. 10/3/88, B. Riley