Father, was there any life before your
death and resurrection,
before you were chosen an insect
cut curiously
open, leading way to
your smoke bleeding - pouring from
every orifice
Where does your half life begin to be?
Father, how does it feel to know you gave
your cancer to me?
Naturalism.
What happened to ideals of flawless
resurrection?
It seems there’s been a slow exhale of
everything you know.
Father, where did the rest of you go
After lung dissection
by a surgeon line chef?
Are you in some sterile room,
On walls of blistered tar flesh?
death and resurrection,
before you were chosen an insect
cut curiously
open, leading way to
your smoke bleeding - pouring from
every orifice
Where does your half life begin to be?
Father, how does it feel to know you gave
your cancer to me?
Naturalism.
What happened to ideals of flawless
resurrection?
It seems there’s been a slow exhale of
everything you know.
Father, where did the rest of you go
After lung dissection
by a surgeon line chef?
Are you in some sterile room,
On walls of blistered tar flesh?
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