i'm in my trembling backyard
with the spirit of my anger and
my dead children who,
escaped from heaven,
creep like bugs
under the slab of granite that is God's eye-
we commiserate and
pretend to be invisible-
secretly though,
we know we are being watched
and take perverse pleasure
in it here where i buried
all these same babies i had given birth to
strangled from my cock
like water rung out from a stiff rag
knowing
and gleeful
that i was being watched and loved
as my fingers roamed
and scratched
and kneaded the hearts of my lovers
their
eyes still open and
tongues lolling
molested by the spirit of my anger
rubbing furious until more babies came out
in dirty spurts so voluminous
that I screamed in tongues
my ass in the air with a white candle in it
lit and melting
wax cooling like lava on a remote
volcanoe
growing
spinning off islands for my babies to die on
blinded by ash
and deafened by the trumpet of the Lord
squalling radiation as the sun
all of them pissing themselves and siezing
as He returns-
strangling -
making love-
trying to make it last-
pushing it
and pushing it
till its done
and pushing it
some more
until it disappears into their bodies forever
their bodies beaten and bloodied forever
their bodies the stars in the skies of God's
pornography forever their bodies scurrying in the backyard of Heaven
hearing the call to come home
"it's getting dark"
my body
surrounded now
with the imps of my vanity
burning
my body
in his stare
which cannot turn away
watching forever in love
with a heart full of wrath breaking-
in his heart where i rest
fitfully,
burrowing
seeking sustenance,
starving.
my own heart
sick from these obscenities and
from watching him as well
from this hole in his heart
where i'm
casting my fallen and cadaverine teeth as runes
trying to divine his cruelty
and his will
