Prostrate

Gold-pavement God, make me to see the ground,
break my knees and push me firmly down,
stitch wide my lids, and against the road, my nose
press till it break, impound my rugs and slow-
ly grind my kneecaps on the pebbled floor.
Keep your ambrosia, fill my cup with more
dirt than I can chew, and grind my teeth
to sand to fill my lungs so when I breathe
my veins are drowned in dust. Nail both my lips
against your shoes till every labored step rips
forth a solemn hymn. In naked sunlight
melt my skin. Gaze fixed, unlifted sight.
Lay me down bare in this spreading pool of blood,
leave me here writhing, finally mixing mud.

Benjamin Wright will be graduating from Brigham Young University in April 2021 with a BS in Exercise & Wellness, and a Creative Writing minor. He is in the process of applying to MFA programs around the United States to continue his studies of poetry.

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