Corruption

Young god
writes his rebellion
on his arms and head

Puts metal
through his nose
and breaks his body

His mane falls down
and sways about His fore-
head and temples slowly and

His tears crawl
and His hands shake
the chaos of a fallen monk

He looks
up to the sky
cries to the clouds

"O Lord,
Remember all
Thy dying groans,

And then,
Lord, I pray,
Remember me"