I hung a crusader coin
around my neck
in a custom
silver setting.
Thirteen hundred years
have passed
from Antioch to here.
The head of
the helmeted
mailed- knight is
in perfect relief,
the Celtic-cross intact.
It has no special powers,
it's just a memory
of religious-brutality,
now hanging silent.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 10:50 PM UTC
I hung a crusader coin
around my neck
in a custom
silver setting.
Thirteen hundred years
have passed
from Antioch to here.
The head of
the helmeted
mailed- knight is
in perfect relief,
the Celtic-cross intact.
It has no special powers,
it's just a memory
of religious-brutality,
now hanging silent.
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