lamb’s blood
upon the brow
witless
listless
charcoal smear
the sweet smell of incense,
never reaches empty eyes
amen and rejoice, says the sundry
they dine on His body
while i go hungry
i hold Him loosely
ready for Him to leave me
silk scarves in my hands
running fingers through the fibers
like the tendons in the body
untouchable and touchable
unending flesh to devour
housebroken animals,
i remain untame
i am waiting
waiting for Him to appeal me
show me Your truth
o Heavenly Father
and i may just believe Thee
i’d grit my canines into molars
my claws into hooves
i could wear the wool
if only You’d ask it of me
lamb eating lamb
man eating man
fool wolf goes hungry
thinking myself
a child of God.