Icthus

An original poem

Icthus is a whisper word, catacomb
slang, an entry point for margin dwellers,
drifters, those harangued by the powers that be.
If you must make the sign, find partners to
complete the arc, write only in dust
or in the dark, away from Empire's eyes. 
For the marks of what we are in Christ are
the Golgotha virtues of laid-down life,
true welcome for our sisters, brothers, strangers,
to sanctuary, devoid of danger.
Keep no company with woven banners
of declared belief - read badges, emblems,
as men's motifs of serving threadbare Caesar. 

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