THE PIOUS THE LECHER

UNWORTHY BEAMING DOING WHAT HE'S TOLD CARRYING IT

CRYSTALLINE FAITH SLIDES OVER THE GLOVE HIS HAND

RIGHETOUS RENEGADE IN UNWORTHY SOIL WATERED

FEATHERED SMILING WRETCH, I WON'T LET IT SENSE OR NEAR; I FEEL UNHOLINESS, THE MURKING DARK

FIXED GAZE SPRITED UNTO THE EARTH, CREAKING DOOMSDAY UNLETTENS FEAR

LAID DOWN WHERE IT WAS SUPPOSED TO DIE, HEARD IT HEAVING ONE LAST TIME

SPARKLING GLISTENING APOCRYPHY, TAILS AND TAILS AND TAILS AND TAILS OVER THE BURNING GLISTENING NIGHT

MOON BURNED INTO MY SKIN I COULD FEEL IT DANGLING, MEMBRANE, SOFT, ORGANS FED IT OUT