The Raping of the Angels

[heslopian]

The faggots sizzle and burn,
like steak on a cornpone stove,
and I am lashed like Abraham's son,
as the cannibals salivate and sing.

I should be a giant pillar of salt,
a condiment statue,
but Godly punishments are too weak
by these men's fine standards.

And besides, not only did I look,
but also play, among the savages.
I have indulged
in the raping of the angels.

So I shall burn with the twin cities,
collapse amidst the wrecked town hall,
see my flesh skip like tumbleweed
across the chalk hopscotch.

Shaved head, white sackcloth,
I feel just like a virgin monk,
too pure for any girl;
I'll let the fire lick my groin.

The timbers are lit, the children dance,
the mayor, from his vantage point,
lifts his head, and blows heaven a kiss,
whilst I peel back, like some scorned love letter.