At the Stations of the Cross. (Poetry).

At the Stations of the Cross

For the Duplessis Orphans

Yesterday I tried
to brush the cobwebs
from my windowsill

but years of dampness
left moistened memories
to seep from wounds
of molten sins

fallacious acts
of church and state
cloud my perceptions
of truth and God

Now I drink my anger
with shame and doubts
wondering... why
should I believe in you
after all I have endured
after all we've been through

Hell's another place
that man made.