+ Here Comes Christ +

Christ dealer / Bread of life designer drug

Here comes Christ
body and all
I eat 
and suck him
He, melts on my tongue
tasting like dust
like third-rate rusk 
from a Salvation Army parcel.

Then He disappears
miraculously 
without bitemarks

O, O, O!
me don’wannabe no cannibal no!
cannibals are bad you see
very, very bad indeed
they don’t believe in Christ
don’t believe in anything
or so I think
but I do, and I stare
at the choirgirls and altar boys
at the cross-vault above 
but my thoughts are never sexless
little pagan girls dancing around 
throwing hexes
their perfection is eternal
and I wonder what it would be like 
to eat them

but I’m no cannibal no
I’m only twelve
holding an erection, stiff as a walking stick
yes, my posture shows my reverence
sitting up straight in the nave with both feet on the floor
and the rest of the congregation
all the good people
and the solitary believers 
who no one has ever seen before
or will ever after
and Christ Almighty passes
my mouth and lips and slips
down my throat He goes 
and even further 
down into my stomach
and soon enough He’ll rise
down the drainpipe of my intestines 
descend and then 
Christ Almighty out! He goes 
resurrected through the backdoor
and I hope and pray
that some of Him will stick to me
smiling as I leer
at the church girls and the choirboys
and I feel quite pleased
not with myself
with myself not the least
that I didn’t bite Him
and that I’m not a cannibal
because cannibals are bad you see
Very Very bad indeed
Thèy àre
but not me