LOPSIDING THEE TRAJECTORY

do not ask me to structure/ another hierarchy of gods/ now that we have decommisioned the old ones/ strangled them with desire in rooms half remembered/ successfully fixed outside documented actions and time/ only the godking's eye saved as a talisman/ your pierced navel/ you are marie and margot/ you drink the crushed bones of the deities/ mixed with blood and milk/ at lunch time between social science and gym class/ you ring the bell of hard times and conversations/ you force the second and third coming of dust/ do not ask me to enter the auditorium where they slaughtered the light/ where shadows are evacuated with a whimper/ leaving smooth hides/ incapable of love worship prayer knowledge/