The Reply

by Erika Catiz

 Consistent Death
You dare to come 
For his last breath
How cumbersome
You came to touch
His every limb
Removed the clutch
Then removing him
Or so you thought
This soldier's song
Would be soon caught
Dishelved and thronged
Consistent, though you be
You must still know
That to your vast pale sea
He did not go
But where he went 
Your sting now spoiled
Perhaps inward bent
Your plan now foiled
In Christ he lay
Stretch, leap, and swirl
In His hands he may
Glisten as a pearl

The Reply by Erika Catiz

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