i cannot recall
the ride
from the city
the cold water
around my feet
and
rushing through
my lungs
seems
so
comforting
unholy water
washing away
my fears
a baptism
of human lust
has brought
me here
to drink
from this chalice
of unfulfilled
childhood dreams
a chalice
brought to my lips
on the blade
of a spear
thrust into my side
by
someone
who did not
even know
my name