[Suzerain of Sheol]

For Luke

You saw him falling like lightning
A lion in the womb
Torn black crevice splitting like the sun
Creating Hell from nothing
The fear of being born

As the sense of Christ shoots surging through veins
Misunderstood muse burning like a sorceress
A sexual climax from being crucified
Random atoms combining to whine about life

That tiny bastard on the mortuary slab
Divine doll wrought from cancer and clay
Choking on the light of an embolizing star
Choking on the rope of a childhood fetish
Afraid it'll die and go to Heaven

Afraid

There had to be someone to invent suicide
The first mind crushed by the weight of the sky
The cosmic second that Eve got pregnant

And why would God care about dead children?
Bodies slapped together like sand castles
Souls a patchwork of natalizing memes
Don't even give it a thought
Keep pumping them out
Plenty of room for more graves

We could make a ladder out of broken spines
Climb over one last generation's pointless pain
And with seven billion hands as one lift him from the fucking cross

But that would be expecting morality from animals

So we'll chain him in the basement
Beat him with a Bible
Tell him he's the Devil
Rape his wounds and rape each other
For however many thousand years it takes
For however many spiritually fulfilling romantic bonds we have to fake

Until God comes up with a better idea