I have realized with a pleasurable mixture
Of disgust and pity
How yours is a life rooted in a terrible lie
Your life begins anew, yours is a throne of blood
Smiling at the camera, push down the lies
Push them down into the soiled burlap sack
Your foundation is a burial ground
Where the nuns hide their fetuses
The very conception of your love in agony
You found your child in the afterbirth
Of the most painful abortion-
The abortion of deity itself
How many ribcages have been split
Spread apart by the knife of their love
The cheaters, the starters of a new kingdom
You are the queen of this new land of filth
The stink on your hands and dress, the smell is disgusting
How many in the end will be exalted above the humble
Fornicators? Hers was a fling with him
Your afternoon quickie with a street whore
The itch spreading, the rash conspicuous
How many false oaths did you swear
To fulfil the one? How many blasphemies did you speak
In your invocation behind the veil?
Your pleasure is your love
In arching climax you see the dead
Strewn like paper wrappers in the backseat
The scent of stale food and musk
It flashes there in heaving sobs on my shoulder
And I am not there to hold you now
Only the moster, screeching in ecstasy, inside of you
Tearing your stomach and biting you
The holocaust you accepted in place of a summer picnic
How many sepulchres are erected in that world?
Where familes are together forever
And the blood is long dried and quite attractive
It matches your staircase
Your rouge and sad day poems
Your wrung out sponges on the sink, pink with blood tears
A mixture of bloody disgust and milky pity