Blasphemous
Horns: long and thick,
hooked upward.
Horns: covered in skin,
ugly, red;
a little sore.
Bone beneath skin.
First thought:
he had gone into the woods,
diseased,
found photographs
stained from exposure.
Someone had left
a cross.
He couldn't stand the cross.
What a fucking thing.
A bad joke.
Christ was too late.
Blasphemy.
Touch the horns.
The horns have roots.
Darkness behind his eyes;
it was too late to save him.