Them I see

Out through the window
To the moving trees
Son of man, son of God
Them I see
Away in the corner where she sits
Away from my clipped interactions
With what's in front of me
Son of man, son of God
Her I see
Muted by this days opacity
Bright past, grey future
Through a glass darkly
Son of man, son of God
In my body I see
Off the table and on the floor
Placed there by someone other than me
An object irrelevant tossed irreverently
Son of man, son of God
It I see
Yoked and staring crucifixedly
earth upturned
She bled copiously
The burden of her body carried lightly
Son of Man, son of God
Now I see
-Apesblood