I walked the aisle
I walked the aisle
Week after week I walked the aisle
incense breathing at altar kneeling
to take Christ's body on tongue laid
by hands fresh-laved and holy seeming
felt one with godhead from world lifted
Green-vested priest gold-embroidered
slew that seeming is secrets outed
piercing penis poisoned children
Can shitten shepherd show God's way?
I waive the wafer wander lost
shudders fling shards of shattered joy.
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