god is not great or
majestic or kind
it's sunday and i'm
starved at the pews
preacher preaching
snatch'd the souls by their
limp necks, found them
discarded and
drunk at a roadside--he
stitched them with strings to
hang off god's fingertips like
they had jumped off a cliff
suicide at 6am
rubbed the rosary against
the thin of shameful skin
slit the chapter and verse
on unholy wrists
jesus wept
asked judas to
collect the tears
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