“Soon, soon the flesh” (3)

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I cannot allow you to know that I am here

under all my thorns

Cold, dripping and shivering

Like I was seven and alone by my door —

Murmuring “I am sorry, Mother,” with all my might and suffering

And I cannot let you see this

See how afraid I am
See how small I am

Part I

“Soon, soon the flesh” (1)

Part II

“Soon, soon the flesh” (2)