metonymy4u

                        apostasy, the finish line

cast off you fish and go home.
i’m a renunciate nun out on leave

and crazy as a door in spring over
sweet rain on the mission dell,

tracks where love ran away
with stories no one tells.

the end was yours, lord. game all done.
you teased, you taunted, your angels

served you well—

half paid by rage.
sorted,

by the storm.