communion...

love and you
elude me, never
to recall the need.

so, if i carve
the foreskin indiscriminately,
it is only that i fail again
to appreciate the need
in you.

unlike you,
i have no power to
awaken the dead,
to worship a corpse
spread out lethally
in hopes of resurrection.

your scar will heal;
but not mine—
it is eternal.

i was stuck
like a pig
and left to bleed
upon this altar
you erected to worship me…

i will not be
recreated
for you…

i prefer to await
the more
bloodless passion.

communion...soliloquies
ja allen