Psalm 123

I scrape and gather and lift my cinders,

towards you somewhere in nearest heaven.

 

I am the guy after third shift,

sitting in his own driveway,

staring through windshield cracks

at morning sun gone pale.

 

Have mercy, O LORD,

have mercy on us.

 

Too long things have conspired

to dishevel these our ashen selves.

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