so innocent
glossed over with holy water
grazing past aubergine pews
priests in white robes
and children being hushed
a crucifixion picture
so lovely to be confused
how strange a face to look so pretty!
to have been pierced by thorns and whipped to bruise
oh how perfect this tragic travesty!
blood blends in with burgundy carpet
when the clock strikes twelve
my soul will fall right through my feet
and flames will dance inside this cathedral!
as the sun rises, i will melt and moths will escape my lips
as children play outside the gates
the apostles will sing and shout, "he is dead!"
and i will make love to the moon
my ashes will be spread across the grapevine
for those who whisper of death
and those who lost shall drink of me
and digest my very breath!
