Epistle Xxx - the Rot of My Carcass
(I)
Father,
What calamitous suffering
have I summoned
upon myself?
for I desecrate
the temple
thou carved
from marble blocks
in thy image
(II)
I seat myself
at the hedonists’ banquet,
where neo-Pagan cantations
swirl around the chamber,
as my own razored pangs
press upon me,
plunging into
the rot of my carcass,
lacquering the
charred enamels of my
debased grin
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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