truth is freedom

"do tell,
how is
the little pilgrim's progress?
does he endeavor to persevere?
close-mantled to knives and kisses
just like
when you were here.
what little he had
from him it was taken
for in the small things
he could not be trusted.
arrowhead
arrowhead
run motor city rusted.
nailed to the floor
by an old-time gaze.
who is? who was? who is to come?
given to other lips
spoken on other tongues
where are you and
where have you been?
hold fast, hold fast
'til he come again.
would it do
would it do any good
to be able to remember?
the white of the page
the black of the ink
thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink.
you talk this way
as you go walking
weaving your way through the straw.
it comes so slow
and leaves so quick.
under grace
yeah, we strike the striken laws.

who is? who was? who is to come?
given to other lips
spoken on other tongues
where are you and
where have you been?
hold fast, hold fast
'til he come again."
~David Eugene Edwards