Theology

and then he laid his hands on me
and my sins floated away into the ether
and all the pressure was relieved from my soul

The golden boat was presented to the dead
and their eyes were filled with lilacs
and the waves came and nipped their feet
and they were carried off


A labyrinth of tubes
traversing space
carrying the bubbling red light
of God


When the night goes black
and a veil falls over my eyes
and my hands neither feel nor grasp
and the satin ends up in your hands
the last of me has bled out
and my pulse becomes weaker and weaker
until it mixes only with the stirring of wind
in the sighing grass
only then can you pray
and even then
there is no point