Sometimes I get careless
too close to the bars of darkness
grabbed from the dangerous shadows
by satan’s huge handcuffed hands
then body slammed against the
iron gate of his imprisoned hatred
stunned

as he repeatedly bites my banged up head.

At times like these when I’m getting

chewed to pieces by my sinning

I have just enough time to reflect that

I must be one of God’s

stupidest guards.

Spiritual Borg

5-8-1993