psalm with the weight of nails through flesh

pale yellow sunlight on

the bleeding horse
and the shadows he casts swallowed by
the shadow of something larger

the houses ending suddenly where

these barren fields begin

wind and the smell of gasoline

and the sound of the interstate

the idea of somewhere better

which is probably a lie

there is no escaping disease

there is no escaping addiction

look at these men

who have died for god
and then look at the catholic church

look at the diseased fingers

of priests
picking through the bones of
the past

count the number
of children raped in the name of
salvation
 

there is

so much left to destroy