Windup Savior

windupjesus

Round and round
the hand that spins
the key that winds,
all the power the
Savior provides.

Here comes the
Butcher three days
later for his lambs,
like we devour
Christmas hams.

As he went by
I saw the key
flash and fume,
his eyes empty
like his tomb.

Our union laid
their hands upon
my Windup Savior,
but no one could
turn the key after.

Everything's Over

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