for the crumbling wilting debris
that denigrates
time,
for the gaping aching questions
that (momentarily)
damn god,
for the silt-stained footprints
that (thanklessly)
plunge earth,
and for the sweet breath
that is
this epic success.
embracing
evolution.
~
sizzling onions
struggling to be heard
over milk chocolate voices,
the whisky bridge
between
the woman who loved me
and the succubus who scalded me.
the wretched soothing smoke
of hot rotting ash
that raped
my unchristian face
with every hymn,
with every i love you.
is this what religion and love smell like?
the devil speaks
through dogma
cloaked beneath
whispers from the mouth of god
(admonishing strangers
for the sins they committed
before they were born),
through the words and deeds
of mothers and fathers
whose mothers and fathers
proclaimed them
worthless,
through the lead bullets
that blaze a child’s brain
at 9 am in homeroom,
through history unlearned
and holocausts unseen.
the devil speaks
through the human race.
~
