‘Rape the Priest’

Rape the priest.

Rape the priest.

He does not remember

when he died.

Do not work;

respond. Respond and

wander

like the Argonauts.

These are Jason’s adventures.

Do not cry.

You are also mortal.

Rape the priest.

He already died

an orgasmic death,

strangulating death.

An abyss, where

you erode,

corrode and decay

yourself.

The world is insane,

be not solitary.

Rape the priest.

Be conscious

of the finite,

of the temporal,

of the corporeal.

Rape the priest.

Never be the pigeon

and worry for

the eggs laid

at the edge of the pit.

A final day’s set.

Do not think of the houri,

think of gain,

think of liberty.

Rape the priest,

as this is death,

he silently points

to his fragile self,

to the decaying self,

to the starve

and strife.

Mightier than death.

Resilience and

revelation of space-

space inside the abyss.

Listening to a new

Reveille,

early in a morning.

So,

Rape the priest

dear libertine.

He does not remember

when he died.

Rape the priest.

Amen.