the sacred, the pure

those bourgeois eye
always lie
to those saintlike
skies

beatified schoolboy's eyes
in the semblance of bombshells

angelic schoolgirl's eyes
in the guise of blossoms

their lips stained red
palms full of bread

church service
only grants
Prosper Oscars
to the homespun
milksops of
gregarious ailments

voices all chant
to the ghosts
in stained glass
window panes
who patrol
the haunted
pages of
fictive affairs

the splintered bells admits scandals in the confessional booths
the bloody altar reveals a disfavor to the knees of other possible reliefs