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Altar

This poem is part of my June 2022 Pride poetry series.

  1. At the altar for some bread; something else I got instead:
  2. A weaponed cross against my head that broke my heart and made me bled.
  3. Hoping for a holy drink but in the time that I could blink,
  4. My head is filled with awful stink, into my hardened seat did sink.
  5. Long ago, you were a friend, but maybe that has reached its end;
  6. So frivolously you did offend, that maybe now it’s just pretend.
  7. Now I sit here seething still, my heart and soul are feeling ill.
  8. Anger did my breathing fill, platitudes are leaving chill.

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By Kim Siever

Kim Siever is an independent journalist based in Lethbridge, Alberta. He writes daily news stories, focusing on municipal, provincial, and federal politics, specializing in investigative journalism and critical analysis from a leftist political lens. He also writes regular editorials on general politics and social issues.

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