I Don'T Like Crosses

i don’t like crosses they remind me of jaded men with drooping noses and hollowed eyes that bore into your soul wipe their bloodied hands on their pure white shawls and say “jesus will forgive me, at least i have jesus” “you have nothing” i don’t like crosses they remind me of suffocated old men drowned in their love of god and their too tight collars stiff and cruel old men in collars fresh from their graves rigor mortis rigor mortis i don’t like crosses does this make me a bad person? “eat the apple, boy, eat the red flesh and pray, pray” pray for what? pray for me pray for the men, the men in their collars, the crosses pray for them god will not forgive you for not liking crosses “this makes you a bad person” i don’t like crosses