Open the box to find my hand ° that's how I died ° I bled out from my wrist • no one wanted to help ° they paid no attention ° went about their business • when the time came ° they put my hand inside the box to leave for my parents • as to my corpse they tossed my body down the well ° where our illicit tryst reminds them that romance of this nature cannot abide among their kind • down I fell to poison the well ° to drown naked ° my other hand balled up
into a fist • I cursed their church at the bottom of the hill ° from inside neither heaven nor hell • but while I bled and drowned within that well ° senseless well-wishers stood over my cylindrical grave ° prayed for the appearance ° aberrant as it seems ° of Christ to cleanse my soul beside the well ° washboard ready to hand • they stood in a circle around the well holding hands • bind damnation to their faith • with axe present at hand ° who would carry the cup
under the canopy of black oaks surrounding the plateau • confide priest in my homicide • as Christ is your witness ° confess your crime out loud where all can hear the song of your hypocrisy ° your collusion with sin • ancient as Cain * brother * you are able to learn ° to discern • cut the cord • remember my parents whom you greet outside church ° with others in the crowd • defend your decision to sever my right hand • I float above ° a djinn
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