dedicated to Bobby Kent (1973 - 1993)
the American messiah was a
complete jerk from Hollywood, Florida
they crucified him in a field of black stars
and prayed (to him) that his maimed mangled body
would be eaten by the alligators
the insects told the police just how long
since his friends had murdered him and they said
he had lay dead for four days under the sun
out in the Everglades, no resurrection
just a rotting boy's corpse
he is not risen: he is dead, and will be
dead by the time you finish reading this line
he was dead when you started reading and will
stay dead until the heat death of everything
first as putrefying flesh and then as bones
and then as dust
a stinking canal for a throne, drop-outs
and crackheads on the road to Golgotha
stabbing him while he apologizes
he performed no miracles and did not
heal the sick: his ministry was lifting weights
amateur gay pornography and dying
the gospel on television, a thousand
murdered children, holier than all
the others, because they say he deserved it
and he did
