kyrie eleison
six bowls of dented cars and
flowers flattened to the earth
crushed to blackened and broken biers
If God hates me, then I am lost
kyrie eleison
Tall grasses twitch in gusts
popping past
inching them low, lower, lowest.
kyrie eleison
Bodies, did I say bodies?
stiff and cold, gone of breath, beat and
beauty
is an unreasonable angle to behold.
kyrie eleison
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