Rigid Man

Behind closed doors Lanterns sway in pulsing dark Though the body's near Rigid man with soiled hands Cannot touch, cannot feel Between walls in narrow cell Glaring light extinguished Cover, tender scalp exposed Rigid man falls to summons, red Drained and weak Flaccid body, bent in muddied gutter No truth unwrung from its marrow cold Begs for mercy, for cleansing holy death Only broken may it pass Into golden dawn Forgiven

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 13, 2025