I am certain then, that it was this,
The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock,
That brought me to this great abyss.
Or perhaps a Road Less Traveled,
But ultimately, the Bible
Since it was there that words sprang forth
The first about God and blood
Then love and pain, and chastity
That lay naked in the streets
Clutching locks of hair and dirty sheets
And angles saved from rape,
With the offering of daughters
And an ass that spoke the truth
Though death came quick to follow.
Giants, demons, witches, pigs,
Judges, battles, loves lost, death
And birds that would mean peace.
It all says something more to me.