Saint Francis of the Asinine

Saint Francis of the Asinine

You have loosened something here, I see
A trapped flow
And now I am on the outside looking in
Watching it spill onto you.
I knew what it was, once, to be where you were
With downcast, contemplating eyes
And a love for taking in sick animals.
To sacrifice self is not the meat of this
You are not a martyr if the sick ignore you by choice;
You are ineffectual.
Save yourself, save your guts, save your blood.
Hope is wasted on the unwilling.

6/8/11