Blind leading blind
from the cave into the cavity,
the mouse finds relief here in the dark.
Then the story begins and ends like this:
              I’m at the door to the church
              and you’re on your knees.
I’m watching
and you’re fearing
God. God fearing son, God fearing boy.
Only a father could feed you,
teach you, discipline you the way you deserve. Brute force is the cost
of keeping you on your knees.

Blind leading blind,
the mouse chews off its own leg
to wade in the shit of
soiled man, embroiled man, just a man.
This filth comes not from his body
but from bodies that conquered and hated
and died. He regurgitates,
he knows that love
and worship are not the same.
To build a wall, there has to be an outsider.
Community is constructed by what it excludes,
and you need a direction to channel all your God given
love, so you bite and you bark
because faith has transformed him
into the man on the cross, the idol you fear.
You never cared who it was
as long as someone had their hands on your neck.

Stay on your knees if that’s all you know how to do.
Open yourself up
for him.
The wax is melting from your face,
and if it gets in your mouth,
no matter.
You already know the taste of shame.

Blind creature, boy man mouse.
You like to be told what to believe.
So pray for death, pray for suffering,
pray to your new god.
He’ll take your loyalty
and tear it up with those greasy teeth.
Give him your
virginity, your youth, your firstborn.
I won’t laugh when he eats your tongue out of your mouth,
I’ll lick my lips instead. You who cannot survive
without subjugation.

All paths lead here:
           I am at the door
           and you’re on your knees.
Remember how you got here.