To make a poem pray, he
asks not, begs not, bows
not. He takes the lives
of those who come along
his way.
He takes the tender wings
of flies and tears them to
his will. Negating God,
negating man, he takes and
has his fill.
Wrenching the meat off bone
with teeth, he rips the soul
to shreds. He burps and smacks
and licks his teeth, then
masturbates in bed.