Stained glass window
in a church
jesus staring at me
what have I done?
Look away, myth
I have nought to say
your stare should mean nothing
why doesn’t it mean nothing?
Is it my craving for community?
Wanting to hold hands and chant?
Oh lord of negative square roots,
banish thyself from my presence
If you are the lord of light
and the light is shining through your visage,
through your stomach,
are you a cannibal?
Not a great example of the kind of stuff I usually write, but it was nice to stray away for a bit.