hosanna

he fell through the floor
like he knew he would
slipped into etchings of a straightrazor
he was quickly irrigated
by a sweat of black
trapped under a pile of ashen bodies
given the lungs of a rodent
in the body of a grail
and i swear i saw him glowing
when he held your name in his chest
clad in chalkboard nails
and fits of singing
hosanna,
a shout
hosanna
oh it's true
the son of god is a tree
this is his blood
I drink
this is his body
I eat
this is his word
from the pages of his flesh
and god is not god
so much
as jesus is a man
but god is a disease
a plague of seas
the hematic wash you watch
as you swallow, it turns you inside out
and the horror of sound
like a hell under the guise of music
a neverending crescendo
taking you nowhere
not to be confused with not anywhere
but it should feel so much better
no
no it will not
it is at first claustrophobic
it will not be so bad
but you implode
you continue to implode
and you fade from cognizance
you have lost your only chance
you have fallen through the floor
and grasping lose the door
it gets
smaller
and
smaller
and
smaller