a cannibalization in accordance with the book of solomon
I found god in a bloody field of wheat,
face down with ichor stained chains around his
wrists, throat, ankles, and abdomen
He was handsome in the face
dark hair
dark skin
teeth like mountains and tongue like an ox
eyes red from the earth in his face
as he was forced prostrate
by the weight of a sanctified, sacrosanct ensemble of magpies
picking at the rawness of his back
He squinted to see me
He was the only one that noticed, it seemed
his messengers paid me no mind
still tearing away in their spray of devotional blood
cleansing themselves again and again
of their various sins and deeds that they’d done
bathing in forgiveness and preening their wings of loose feathers and lice
spindly pale fingers braiding each other's vanity
in a convulsing mass of Hedonic virtue
everything was stained brilliantly
but especially their mouths
and especially the land around which they were set
the land upon which I was stood
the grass was gold
the trees a promising shade of mirrored sterling
and the fruit gemstones of every zodiac and hue
a prismatic inset for this overgrowth of every king
and yet this throng of wealth
was but an aside to the monstrous feeding before me
and I knew without a doubt
That God took no pride in any of the things he’d formed
of his own flesh
or otherwise