we are all haunted houses
somewhere for our ghosts to hide
if judas drank the wine
will he see you a second time?
he traded thirty pieces
for your very life
if i drink the wine
will i see you a second time?
i’ve traded you for so much less
you stand upon a pedestal that was
built so high i cannot see the tracks
of shattered crystal scattered
beneath your heels
damn this intention and craftsmanship that
i cannot pull you back to gravity’s reach
without casualty, without parting
with your perfection
you’re nothing compared to what
we built you up to be
and somehow still so much more
than you ever should have been