Adamant

[vagabond]

she wears the holes of crucifixion
from the years spent standing in place of a cock                       daring double meaning
at the mercy of the winds that swirled across the steeple             but you make it work with steeple
 
now fallen, her wings are torn from her back                    
and her breast is exposed from behind                            
so her traitor heart can pump its last                    i take this ironical: traitor heart in the view of the gods.
into the filth upon which this church perches                     
like an aged buzzard
too blind to do more than peck feebly for bile        
i love how there is a lot in these two lines.. a hint to mythology, the characterization of the gods and those who are (or think they are) performing their punishment and how revengefulness and anger make blind.
 
beneath her hand, the shards of a once-sealed jar   
stab at her skin, and within its shattered curve
is a single white feather                                           the only thing left in the jar.. could be hope, so now the reader´d have to decide how he perceives it: freed from the now open jar or lost in the filth,    faith or delusion.