Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Lunar Autopsy


Under a pagan moon
Vivisection,
The scalpel's cold incision
Into my rotting wounds.

Symphony of cursed souls
Slice the womb of night
And, the bronze God sits,
Cold and alone.

Lizard on the cross,
Christ on the wall.
In the ashes
Lepper messiahs crawl.

Obey the curse,
Burn the cross.

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