Free Verse

Wanting Me

By Jonathan Srock

Don’t dare determine my fate
When you know me not from Adam
You, a modern Pharisee of Pharisees
Admiring my speck as you walk your plank

You run from what you do not know
You kill all threats of difference
While you yourself remain indifferent
White washed sepulcher – your gold my burnt dust

You treat me with disdain
Reading, “Love your neighbor as yourself”
Yet no man can hate himself
And you give my body to the air

Over and over you ravage
My naked soul before you
My please unheard; my destiny
Your vulgar choice

Break your own commandments
To suit your heart’s cry
Alienate me from your circle
Unable to kill my essence