Forgive them Father
Dead
man from Arakan, touches the giant red tree of death
Majestic
mahogany, marking the red-wood coffin’s door
For
all to knock and enter there, the alter bare, to
Paradise
His
finger of bark to mark the light of truth and in life’s dark
Pointing
knarled arms to heaven to fold around
The
forgiven hand that held the gun, in
Paradise
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