wretch like me?

(written for sacrilege comp)


Should I need

any absolving
any direction
    outside my own compass
any saviour
    outside my own capacity

May my

will to fight
or flight
be plucked
like the wings off butterflies
by a sadistic young boy

May my

fire of spirit
be extinguished
by the sedative waves
of apology

May my

body electric
be short-circuited
by dirt

My
pupils
and iris
overcome by eyelids
My
feet
and rhythm hinged ankles
crippled by stagnation
My
cock
too self conscious
to rise as the peak of noons sun

let it shrivel
in the impotency
of guilt

let it cower
in fear of its own glory

let it die
weak and bleeding
nailed to a cross of despair