Dead Jive Poem by JOSHUA RYNGKSAI

Do annals violate incarnate divinity?
Justifying a man's inner repentance,
Wisdom cannot cry from lips of insincerity,
Yet what a sham, becomes this penance,
If temple anointing flows through dross,
And faithless arms are moved by pulse,
Then what O man! is the message of the cross?
As madness reigns within these skulls.
A separation of ties from mindless covenants,
Blatant words from a broken heart,
And bloodline flow those whispering seductions,
To cut deep, to shed, to tear apart.