not me. he hangs in glib delight upon his cross. upon his cross. above my body. lowly me. christ forgive
forgive. holy he
he holy
he holy. shit he forgives. forgive
forgive. i
i
me
i. i vomit for you
jesu. christi-christus. puke upon your papal throne. wrapped you are in the bloody shroud of churlish suicide. wrapped i am in the bloody cloud of hellish genocide. petulant child. i have suffered for you
where you have never known me. i too must die. will you be shadowed in the arrogance of my death?
your valley truth? what lights pass those pious heights?
what passing bells for these in their trucks?
for you lord
you are the flag-bearer of these nations
one against the other
that die in the mud. no piety
no deity. is that your forgiveness?
saint
martyr
goat
billy. forgive?
shit he forgives. he hangs upon his cross in self-righteous judgment
hangs in crucified delight
nailed to the extent of his vision. his cross
his manhood
his violence
guilt
sin. he would nail my body upon his cross
as if i might have waited for him in the garden
as if i might have perfumed his body
washed those bloody feet?
this woman that he seeks
suicide visionary
death reveller
rape
rapist
grave-digger
earth-mover
life-fucker. jesu. you scooped the pits of auschwitz. the soil of treblinka is rich in your guilt
the sorrow of your tradition
your stupid humility is the crown of thorn we all must wear. for you? ha. master? master of gore. enigma. stigma. stigmata. errata. eraser. the cross is the mast of our oppression. you fly their vain flag. you carry it. wear it on your back lord. your back. enola is your gaiety. suffer little children
suffer in that horror. hiro-horror
horror-hiro
hiro-shima
shima-hiro
hiro-shima
hiro-shima
hiroshima
hiroshima. the bodies are your delight. the incandescent flame is the spirit of it. they come to you jesu
to you. the nails are the only trinity. hold them in your corpsey gracelessness. the image that i have had to suffer. these nails at my temple. the cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you defile. in your guilt
you turn your back
nailed to that body. lamearse jesus calls me sister! there are no words for my contempt!
every woman is a cross in his filthy theology!
he turns his back on me in his fear. his vain delight is the pain i bear. alone he hangs
his choice
his choice. alone
alone
his voice
his voice. he shares nothing
this christ; sterile
impotent
fuck-love prophet of death. he is the ultimate pornography. he! he!