take me now, Lord

in the open field,

i remove

my shirt, my shoes.

my pants.

i throw

my hands up to the sky

and say

that i am ready.

take me

now, Lord.

the cold wraps

itself

around my bare body.

i shiver.

the wind

ribbons between

my arms

and legs.

i close my eyes and wait.

but nothing

happens.

someone calls the police.

and they take

me away.

there are others just

like me,

naked,

sitting in the cramped

wagon.