PEDRO TREVINO-RAMIREZ

Christ did not know

Words are bayonets in bone; 
I feel obliged to reply; 
turn your other cheek, dear girl, 
                      Iíll turn mine. 
Sentences are spoken listlessly; 
Iíve seen them carved in dead trees; 
the price of old love is cheap, 
                      so barter, 
                      Iíll turn away. 
Christ did not know what I know; 
my commandments are 
five fingers curled, 
                     wrapped, packed. 
                     Your words are strong; 
Iíll shatter the other cheek.

© 2003 Pedro Trevino-Ramirez.  All rights reserved.

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