China nails rest on these hands, which
reinforce the gospel,
the wrath of misfortune and empathy.

A cold gaze suits a man.
It relaxes thoughts & turns the casket lucid.
I now behold each mistake
served with a pig's head for affection
...too pig headed,
I did not read the blueprints
took a leap of faith,
plummeting on rotten diaphragm.

My television warns of a "dark passenger"
all I know is, I'm the only one in the car
lights off, 60 mph & eyes broad
teeth itching from cities breathe.
I've plagued myself;
raped this body to the bones in search of his oath.

Illness is all I see...it's the reason I'm here tonight
& here four walls spilt the body of Christ
because he could not be found -
nevertheless the bottle wanted to relate to me.
I dripped its hemlock
- crimson red, blood shade
intoxicated by organs praying out,
ate and spat the empty carcass of a dead organ donor.
I discovered my name
...etched inside its marrow.