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weaponize me, Rejoice:

as i am slain 

by soft-palm surrender

charged to speak

for corner of Kingdom 

periscope of Spirit, 

catalyst of Unseen 

in uprightness, though spineless

cherished victim

of The Isolator, theif of Joy

penned in, pooled in clavicle 

grows their teeth — faceblind

to whom the Lord has made

not by sight — i am spear

anointed to tend

same daylily, same demon

same damned dog dragging

toward same swamp of sky

and its church bell

of their innocence 

and apathy, and open chests

awaiting, unknowing 

prime for enemy hands. 

not martyr, not mother 

only shield, and bridge.

they do not ask

why i walk back into the water.

they do not ask 

how i've kept the wolves away.