The Heavy Priest

by Calista Middaugh


Someone needs to give me permission

to kill the priest.

He breathes heavily without looking for the air he exhaled

the priest doesn’t trust me

even more than I

his eyes were crafted with no special skill

they were made with no thought

do you think G-D calls him by his own name?

Then we agree.

Anything he doesn’t agree with will come to a halt

to me it’s a dream that feels

like picking apples

off the lowest of branches.

Maybe I’m sorry but

if his flesh has heard what

the numen sounds of

what reason does this man hold

to not have put the music

on a leaflet

so that us sinners

can have a laugh

over the intangible.

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