Impaled on a Pole

The pain consumes me,
It makes me whole.
Writhing, twisting,
Impaled on a pole.

I felt it run through me,
As I fell from the sky.
Writhing, twisting,
Here do I lie.

My god has left me,
I have been forsaken.
Writhing, twisting,
But my life is not taken.

Enter my back,
Emerge from my chest.
Writhing, twisting,
It is all for the best.

Blood on my wings,
A puddle below.
Writhing, twisting,
Impaled on a pole.
-Composed 7/31/2002