Wednesday
Wednesday
Today was an
ashen Wednesday
and the machine that wears the crucifix
selected a plump disciple
to keep the wheels of obedience
well oiled
while the sentinels of justice
sensibly dressed and solemn
cowered proudly with arms crossed
bowing their frowning faces in respect
and servility
a silent rage flowed haltingly
through my veins
directed at the sickness
that pervaded the air
at this gathering of the impure
revelling in imperfection
improving yourself
ash on your forehead
to hide the ash of your heart
improve yourselves!
you pale and morbid jesus freaks!
you weak minded servants
so nauseated by life
that you pray for divine mercy
and hate that
which makes you human
forego your frustration
forget the impossibility of it and
be honest
blind man
you have faith
but
when you’re burnt
and
preaching in desperation
keep your god-damn ashes
away from me!
