Blood Eagle Poem by Tabraze Rasul

Blood Eagle



Lose the idea of heaven
Sins of mine all seven.
This world’s vices I embrace
Bloody lips, copper aftertaste.
Habitually I take to pray,
God’s wrath without delay
Arrives as I wait…feeble.
Condemned to Blood Eagle
My ribs crack and heave.
My lungs bare, raw they bleed.
He remembers not my pilgrim.
Just another one of His victims

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