Our father who art in revelations,

a crowd of unholy ghosts
suspended over unmarked graves
bouquets of lost souls misplaced
a broken armistice
like empty promises
and some commandments

who will speak thy name

alters of egos fed then deflated
like dreams deferred and dated

thy kingdom overcome

praying to false gods
offering chaos and coercion

thy will has come undone

“Our mother who art in the after-life,
forethoughts recited over confessions,
now I lay me down to drown
in holy water, save possession”

on mother earth as it is in the beginning…

baptisms in seas of blasphemy
bodies of water that embody half-truths
sons of old souls drenched in sin, ordained,

give us this day, a reprieve

herein lies a shadow of a man,
overcome by time and time again, restrained
wanting so much to believe

as we break bread like beats

“we are gathered here today
to dig for answers to untimely questions
six feet of secrets resurrected”

forgive us, the unforgiven…