The angel on a cross
Nailed palms disemboweled
Spilling fluids that congeal into cracks
The still body marries the wood
And I am relieved
Dancing in foreign rhythms forming patterns
Only seen from above
As we play with the flames
Simply at play with each other
Nowhere to hide in the sunlight
On horses now blades drawn
Unblinking eyes cast down their gaze
"Run!" climbs out of my mouth and I laugh
I enter into the deep tunnel of my mother's cavern
And I have one question
Are you here now
I'm born again for the tenth time
And I'm atop my horse on the other side
A cacophony of hilarious abortion
The sky is crying a blood red
I feel the ghost of midnight rub my crooked fangs
Snort, look up at the sky, smile, and sigh
Maybe I'll be next but I don't care
They're still running, but they're finally getting the joke