I am no feeble christ,
not me.
He hangs in glib delight upon his cross,
above my body
lowly me
Christ forgive
forgive?
holy he
he holy
he
holy
shit he forgives
forgive?
forgive?
forgive?
I?
I?
me?
I?
I vomit for you, Jesu
Christey Christus
puke upon your papal throne
wrapped you
are in the bloody shroud of churlish suicide
wrapped I am in the muddy
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 judgement
hangs in crucified delight,
nailed to the extent of his vision
his cross
his manhood
his
violence
guilt
sin
he would nail my body to his cross
as if I might have
perfumed his body
washed those bloody feet
this woman that he
seeks
suicide visionary
death
reveller
rake
rapist
gravedigger
earthmover
lifefucker
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 thorns 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 there,vain flag
you carry it
wear it on your back,
lord
your back
Enola is your gaiety
suffer little children
(to come unto me)
suffer in that
horror
hirohorror
horrohiro
hiroshimmer
shimmerhiro
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
hisvoice
he shares nothing, this
Christ
sterile
impotent
fucklove prophet of death
he is the ultimate
pornography
he
he
hearus Jesus
you sigh alone in you cockfear
you lie alone
in your cuntfear
you cry alone in your womanfear
you die alone in your
manfear
alone Jesu, alone
in your
cockfear
cuntfear
womanfear
manfear
alone in your fear
alone in your
fear
your fear
your fear
warfare
warfare
Jesus died for his own sins, not mine.