Good Friday

Alcohol, clarified butter -

all desire is clean;

mind speaks not

stomach seeks fill

and one wonders

about other liquids

spilled from the side

each diluting the other.



Purity and vivacity

collapsed into the stream

like waste leaving the land.



What killed God

was in itself

not messy.







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