defiling religion | the platitudes of willful resemblance

May 13, 2013

what I say is holy

by jhon baker

but it’s no good,

the secret out,

and I am on my knees.

what I say is holy,

holier than the tomes of great men

whose bodies are dust;

I can no longer blow them for good graces

except by exhale,

head buried to the lap

of dead gods turned to ash.