Come into my asbestos heart,
insulated from your alabaster heat.
Come into inflammation, suppuration,
infected limbs of distrust and of hate.
Come into decimated populations,
burnt and charred by radiation.
Come into hard prison halls,
to silent cells with lonely souls.
Come into the freezing snow,
to the child buried underneath,
denied all love or right to warmth.
Come into closed citadels of fear,
break open closed chambers,
bring spring cleaning early,
brighten musty joy.
Come free us, David,