pull down the domino
you know, people will do it for you anyway...
they'll call the moon the sun
and be so sure they're right
that the fact that it's midnight escapes them
seduced by the cloister,
acolytes will invent orisons
convenient to their preconceptions,
and the choices will narrow....
should you, will you
accept the bishopric over the misguided,
or martyr them with open honesty?
turn your water into wine and drink
propose a toast;
"to leprosy....
may my beautiful scars never grace your flesh"
slur a benediction;
"go in peace without looking back;
your messiah's been emptied out,
and mingles with the blood-red sand
in the hourglass you need to turn over"