God stares at the lamb nailed to our door like an art exhibit.
Stroking his chin. Nodding. Moving to the next.
Let me gag on dirt you dug up from an old grave,
eyes full of re-purposed blood
and smiling like a thief hearing sirens drive off in the wrong direction
Let me fall like the statue of an overthrown dictator,
the people innately understanding that they are witnessing
the dawn of a new holiday
as my row of crooked teeth gets straightened by the concrete
I am writhing on the ground
and a crowd is gathering
and I tell them that everything is fine
and they don’t believe me
but they don’t do anything to stop me either
I want to chain every bit of decay in me
to a television tuned to static
and stand up from my foxhole.
I want a dead raven nailed through my heart.
I want the world to wipe the sweat from its brow
and put me back where I belong.
Just get on with it.
Stop putting it off.
Finally and forever buried under all the dust I’ve been gathering.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
God stares at the lamb nailed to our door like an art exhibit.
Stroking his chin. Nodding. Moving to the next.
Let me gag on dirt you dug up from an old grave,
eyes full of re-purposed blood
and smiling like a thief hearing sirens drive off in the wrong direction
Let me fall like the statue of an overthrown dictator,
the people innately understanding that they are witnessing
the dawn of a new holiday
as my row of crooked teeth gets straightened by the concrete
I am writhing on the ground
and a crowd is gathering
and I tell them that everything is fine
and they don’t believe me
but they don’t do anything to stop me either
I want to chain every bit of decay in me
to a television tuned to static
and stand up from my foxhole.
I want a dead raven nailed through my heart.
I want the world to wipe the sweat from its brow
and put me back where I belong.
Just get on with it.
Stop putting it off.
Finally and forever buried under all the dust I’ve been gathering.