The clean, cloudless skies
Bless the shepherd boy's eyes
As he walks tall and strong,
Poor, humble, Invincible!
Oil that's falling
Down hair,
Over cheekbones
That glow with the fire
of the calling.
Then cries, and shouts
War, blood, fear
Guilt...and the world
Stops.
While the chosen one waits
With a dull, nauseous ache,
For redemption.
