there’s a procession of doves in your rafters -an army of pecks -a liturgy of squawks and up in the cobwebs -a broken wing -an army of god -cobwebs and tongues and elbows, angels and lips

sucked in/devoured sin-sensical drifting like dust on the sunbeams (PAINted glass) -lamb of god -leg of mutton -leg of lepers and no-fair seeing

this ain’t grace
this all fucked
this old thing

a procession
-of broken
-of cattle
-of flock
-of orgasm shrieks
and beat/red bottoms

(i’ve never dripped in punishments quite…like…this).

there’s a speck of dust on your father
in your shadows and up your ass
and
there’s a procession of doves in your rafters