Halo

You have a halo round your heart

and though its ethereal glow calls to me

I can't help but wonder how you stand there smiling

while bearing the holy burn.

How have your organs not caught fire?

How do you not burst into the heavenly flames that would consume any other man?

Are you an angel?

A terrible, unholy mixture of mortal and divine?

What a monster they have made you to be.

You carry your cross not on your back,

but in your heart

And that is a burden that only few will ever understand.