Ripping asunder to spurn his youth
Scathing trade mark stigmata
The carriage they carted your bones away
Teeth marks in everyone of them
You left your begetters to starve
To eat the ossified remains
Of starved theology
You left your theologians
Hungry
So they ate your scripture
And berried it far beneath
A dead language
You left
And not a one of us had learned
How to fish
And left us with only your
Word to devour















Comments
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
the soul was the wonder in the wodner ball
the bet at the end of the leash
the soul could not escape
the banshe's call
my soul has no place in snow globes
or this globe
my soul can only reside in anothers body
"love is one soul inhabiting two bodies"
it is not my soul...not yet
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"victim, your cries reached the heavens,
but the angels didn't care" -Jackie Vargas
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