The Colors on His Hands

(Let us) pray for your courage.
Let the day break anew.
You say, in all your infinite ways "You will know grace."
(You say) home must be a lonesome mess like your head.
(You say) mother must have a cold vacant side to her bed.
The smell we detest has ceased to rise from the basement.
You are dismissed.
I hope your time has not been wasted.
(Let us) pray for your courage.
Let the day break anew.
You say, in all your infinite ways "You will know grace."
Good friend I pray.
Are you listening? When I am undone.
When I find I want nothing to do with love.
All foul words, I know not love.
All foul words, yet I've known love.
You are love, when love has lost its tongue.
Go to the father for me.
I need this cemetery,
this hospital bed,
out of perspective.
His painted hands cascading down my back.
Friend of mine, go.