Delight

whisper in lazy delight
sweet, dangerous medicine,
the raw ache from an obscene
ugly urge.

prepare a church in night
webbed in sleeping virtues,
baptisms washing bare
the drunk disgust -
cut, cry, stop.

enveloped in the radiant
smell of disease, a mist
of winter cloth -
stab rust to the glory
of an early heaven,
a short shine
smeared beneath an angry touch.

past terrors chant their worship
gasping through a fast sea
of beat dead faces -
finally,
crushed to a diamond egg,
Eve, quiet, in the house
of a happy hell.