For centuries I have seen the power of man
Rise and fall, all in the name of their God.
Though they stand on clay feet I will always remain.
Built upon the ashes of traitors and saints,
High and resplendent; A monument baptized
By the blood of man in the name of Christ.
My bowels are filled with the malodorous stench
Of incense and decay. The angels’ mellifluous voices
Fill my cavernous lungs with the lamentations of their martyred king.
My ears fill with insidious lies that flock
Under the guise of a holi(nest)
My domed face points to the sky like a swollen breast
Towering above the sordid streets I smell
The stink of Sodom cling to the city
Like a harlot to her Priapus.
The sinners writhe in their shame like worms
Uprooted from the warmth of the earth.
As they open their ugly mouths eagerly
Awaiting to taste the milk of absolution.
They ask God to forgive their transgressions
And I smell the fear that slithers down their brows
Hoping to quench the horrid flames that lick their blistered feet.
Seated upon a gilded throne of piety
I hear God’s pitiless laughter resound.