Shrine of the Heart

Art by Norman E. Masters

A man will come
his feet will walk the
earth a purer man than me
they will call him you
he will stop to touch
and not be knocked over
by the crowds

He will make the crowds

They will
stop and feel
he will come
to see what we have
done him

knowing he'll watch
us and not laugh
like some might

We will tho out his eyes
and scream holy to the

We will watch him shit
to save humanity
We'll make an altar out of his
shirt but never to his mind.
He might touch us
baby blue eyes never to

Never be
So you see
we will stand with him
but he'll be alone
And though my tears touch
the sage We kill him to cry love

--Steven Krantz

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