Prayer You made me Want to be A saint. Holy in this life And the next. But I am giving up My rosary beads. I am burning My robes, My sage. Ribs and water A feast of fish. This is my salvation? This is my God? He looks frail as a baby bird, brittle Wings clipped wide. He looks as weak as me.
Brennon Elzy is a person from West Virginia who occasionally writes poetry. He received his Bachelor of Arts in Poetry from West Virginia University. Twitter: @BrandonElzby