by Susan Dunn The Chosen One
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We all, Our feet suspended, Brought him gifts As he knelt naked and alone, Before the tree of life he had
grown From which we had plucked The fruit and flowers We brought him, As pointless as Gold & frankincense & myrrh For the son of God. What did we think was suspending
our feet? He gazed at us After he placed the fruit back
on the tree Now the tree of death And wondered what it was exactly That he had been chosen for. |
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Susan Dunn is a poet currently living in San Antonio, Texas with her companion Ygraine. She has been writing poetry since childhood.
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