George K. | Poetry
All my transient charms
All the charms
That have shielded us
The Citrine chunks, Lapis Lazuli carved into special shapes,
odd coins from places that never were,
bent metals, torn fabric,
folded pieces of paper, timid notes,
photographs, dice, obelisks
The statues of gods
With their eyes forever guarded
From our sins
All the vajra that have known
More valiant hands than these
All the beads
worn with more merit
O- the thunder bolt in breast pocket
When my pursuers come
O- the armor that hang from my neck
All the stolen artifacts
That kept this vessel turning
All the faith
In pulling the kata back from your eyes
& kneeling down
to surrender
all my charms
are spilling out of pocket
& blood
of the discarded
small puddles infinite
on laminate wood flooring
get the knife
out your hand
boy
there ain't nothing here for you
anymore