the bloodhounds bark in the distance

ageism

sexism

racism

all of the isms

wrapping their fingers around our throats

we stand here

crucified

in the fires we baptize ourselves in

the hounds bawl the alert

the reaper is coming to take us all

run

run faster

climb

climb faster

sweat drips down our brow

our brown brows

our white brows

our black brows

our old womanly crows feet smile at Father Time

the time has come

time for us to step into our ethos

the muscle which atrophied now thirsts to harden

it’s now or never

are you ready to take it?

the death hounds are coming to devour us

sweat drips from her brow as she stands at the foot of all the eternities

“yes Sir.” she says

she bows to the generations of time

she kneels before Him

the hounds are barking death at her heels

He grips her by the scalp hair

she looks up into His eyes

her Savior

blood from the sweat of generations drips down her temple onto His forearm

He says, “Rise.”

she does.

because He says so.

because the World dictates it.

because the Hounds are barking.

because…life.

run faster.

run harder.

run…

…before they crucify you.

XX

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