Man in Black
What is your calling Man in black?
What is your desire?
We are just children of five and seven years
All dressed up in white.
Angels and saints
Innocent we sit with folded hands.
Where is your sanctuary Man in black?
Where is your God?
Is my child‑body the altar of your sacrifice?
My innocence the lamb?
Do you worship
At my temple and bloody its doors?
Go home, Man in black!
I have seen your God.
He will not feast at your table
Or eat your bread.
For he is here, weeping, at my feet,
Wiping the tears with his hair.
(From Hurt to Healing, PublishAmerica, 2004)