Sinners

A river runs through it

There’s a hole in my heart and a river runs through it.

There’s a scorch on my brain and a river runs through it.

There’s a core to this pain and a river runs through it.

There’s a birthing place where They laid waste and the West was crowned in its place.

A river of time connects me to the Romans who forced Jesus on my pagan ancestors as they ground my gra…