See through that
big ol' hole
see through that
pickle jar
see through me
see through all
of my indented
scars
(She threw it all
away
she threw it
OUT the
window
she threw a
******* FIT
she did, she got rid
of all of IT)

But...

Mercy came back
to tease at her toes
Mercy came back
and she froze and
she froze waiting
for the Finality
of Forgiveness, that
kind of mercy, where
Humility grows and
it grows (from the
bottom up, just
like a rose) and
never from the top
down like a convertible
full of smiling people
never one of those)

The joy of the
freedom from
all thought, as
smiling and blank
faced as a stick
of gum

Us low hanging
ones worry (constantly)
about losing are heads
on a low bridge or
in a low mood

Mercy is not wasted
on the fleeting love
lorn love torn
ridiculous

Like you dear
like me here
Mercy, well
done

(Dead from the
neck down rather
than from the
neck
up)