sexy

watched the show through a knothole

in the sky

 

saw it all

saw nothing

 

battered bodies pointed skyward

the beacons of a damned salvation

(god smiled?)

no! it was just gas:

helium and hydrogen in coital slamdance

 

hold the holy reenactment!

our hearts have gone blind

in the flashes of cameras

 

our canines found purchase

in the the flesh of wild lust

 

we'll die for our freedom

we'll die for our sins

we'll die for our appetites

 

and, d****t!

we'll look sexy doing it!

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[Emily B]

I don't think poets know what to do with words like these

I decided that they were cause for celebration and so I smiled.