RETURN TO WATER

Philosopher Bastard head of the Eucharist Seasons have counted backward Return the baby to the river Wooden raft Upstream current of Yahweh's golden piss Return the holy flesh of the Nazarene Tabernacle of ash My side bleeds too Please wipe my face with the shroud of impiety Are those my lungs in your grasp? Because I can breath no more With blood-soaked fingers I chisel away at stone Uncover Rediscover flesh like my own Heal me Heal me Emasculate We have not eaten We will not eat again Shed the lice great leper lord, because we are blind now too Drag the holy remains over my own body The perfect fit Piety, Euthyphro. Piety Smile upon me now Heal me