i am

Max Beckmann, Christ and the Woman Taken in Adultery, 1917

i am the lier
i am the thief
i am the accuser
i am the adulterer
i am the murderer
i am the hater of my neighbor
i am the one shouting curses to the sky  
i am accused, i am guilty. They hold stones high

but 

spittle and dirt form clay. Barefoot i walk the soil
the prophets breathe beneath naked feet as
holy salve penetrates blinded eyes
my present is but this moment
and the only time 
i am allowed 
to choose
wisely


so choose 
this day