Sunday, February 6, 2022

Conflict

in the dream 
two elderly people in robes
laughing and gasping
were trying to fuck
on the holy sepulcher
when like the voice of god
a crash thunder resounded in the tomb
the old man looked around afraid
the old woman pushed him off the stone
then rain pelted down
on the green-rust death mask of christ
as lightning flashed across
both sides of
the wet stained wall

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