... thou art with me ...

... thou art with me ...

perpetual crucification hangs like ripened fruit 
whose billowing rogations mask the stench of stained skin 

the gurgling river entombed below thy rind
is syphoned with spigots injected with Marx's opiate

pockmarked and tattooed are thy wrists and forearms
trace the forty year exodus to the very crevices between thy toes

every vessel for release is flooded with smoke laced incantations 
press thy forehead upon the wall, for balance is needed to relieve thyself

thump
thump
thump 
 
it's encrusted in the membrane of thy aril  
God will forgive all thy sins

but who forgives his