Receiver

A deep sore dragged through ages

The sores are my own,

I know Wounds collected through a lifetime

And wisdom

I pick up along the way

I received the spit from a snake

And the snare cut real deep

I was caught in her womb

Something spreading in my veins

Those walls

I faced alone.

I crept on bounded knees

The own will just vanished.

I wept my compassion away, with tears that flooded your heart.

No river leads back to mine.

I bow down in soil and whisper

I gather strength to spread the disease