Vengeance

Lines flowing down the street like the Colorado in a rain storm
tongues lolling around mouths, eyes begging the air for just one taste of bread
Shadows darken the eyes of all those dear Italian mothers as their children weep for their stomachs
Distended and empty,wilted roses in their gut
Craving anything the world is willing to burp into their mouths

While flesh eaters drive fifty thousand dollar cars and have their jewels polished with the sweat of men who are widows and women who are screaming for love.

And all the saints are torn up at the stake

those that threw fire in the windows of the bloodless mansions
those that spoke of a land where there was no hurt,
no watching your baby die in the gutter while flies picked at their soul so it never made it to heaven

All that the priests of knowledge told us was a lie
All their monuments are made of sand and one day
we will be the wind that blows them all away.

Your heart is a tiny shrunken abortion they said.
Your eyes do not see anything
Your ears are all clogged with dust.
Your soul is a vulture picking at the wheel of life
making it spread out and stretch the muscles
of all those that build your house.
Yes, now all the saints are burning up
but one day
you will be forced to know what divine fire is waiting