At the haunted cross-
road
of
life lurks Lucifer
beneath
the shade
of a bleeding crucifix,
The wood crafted
from the bark
of yonder weeping Judas tree,
Remember the message
of One who did love thee,
On that final day
when the wind wails
and the blue skies shed tears
of blood,

Then...

Thy soul shalt be tattooed
upon thine tongue,
What a hymn thou shalt then
spin!




©Rangzeb Hussain