She was all you never
were
And never wished to be,
Pious, loving, loyal-
In blood-soaked
futility.
Jealous, you took her
at the altar
As mother urged you on,
Her screams ignored by
God-
A vicious wedding
night.
Now she gazes up at you
With crazed, ecstatic
eyes,
Dead lips accept your
foreskin-
Kneeling for Communion.
Indeed she is a
masterpiece,
This fine, mad piece of
art,
A mirror to your glory-
The whole thing makes
you laugh.