Born with bloody hands
In a broken place
It won't come off
It set long ago
Born hungry and wanting
Dip my hands back in the blood
To pull out what I need
But it leaves me empty
Born indebted
To familiar faces I've never seen
For all the blood
They accrued for me
Born told I'm made of sin
That bloody faith
Will make me well
Baptismal delusion
Born with wet, blackened cash
Thrust from bloody hand to another
Unwanted
Necessary
Born into the bloody chain gang
Expected to sing their tired hymn
Of safe, numb captivity
And walk to their rhythm
I don't know the words.
I can't keep the beat.
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