© M. Guerriere 1995

IMPATIENT HOURS

SILENCE IS A CASKET
SPEECH
RISING FROM THE DEAD

AS I LAY IMPATIENT HOURS
RIGAMORTIS HAS PASSED

CLUTCHING THE COLD
STALE WASTED AIR
NO WORDS CAN ESCAPE

MY SOUL HAS NOT ATTACHED
AND SO I LAY IMPATIENT HOURS
MY LAST WORD SEALED UP
IN MY THROAT

NO PRAYER TO JESUS CHRIST
CAN BE MUTTERED
BEG FOR A SECOND CHANCE

MY SAVIOR WALKS THE CRYPT ABOVE
LAMP LIT, STONE KISSED
RELEASE ME
FOR YOUR HUMAN PURPOSE

SO I LAY IMPATIENT HOURS
CLUTCHING WHAT WILL BE
LIKE A ROSARY,
IN MY WITHERED HANDS