Tinted Poem by Shiraz Bautista

Straddling the fractured frontier
dividing two disparate, distant decrees
tugged from each of my lumbering, limp limbs
inevitably tumbling into dogmatic belief

For every creed, a byproduct
of a specific time and place in history
from what we believe as divinity
inherently tinted by human ingenuity

Forgery for me,
to dismiss one or another as sorcery
yet forcibly, like water,
I fill the cup of whoever is holding me