April 10, 2011


There is a nail that splits the planet
Breaks the world apart
A spike that drives into the skull
And cuts into the heart

Its depth extends to Hades
Its height to heaven's berth
The beam that spans across its face
Encompassing the earth

The hammer of damnation
Struck it deep into the dross
Of a desolate creation
Magnified within the cross


Wesgrey said...

Nailed to a crossing place.
We choose,
Hell or heaven's way.
No time is left,
No better time is right.
There is a cross road.
No one is cross with you.
So quietly choose.
It's your free choice.

Mark Zellner said...

Impressive! It's always a treat when comments come in the form of poetry themselves! You should hang on to that.