i caught Jon
bowing
before
a jealous &
vengeful G-D.
let us put our fists together
and pray! o frustrated father
of righteous fire, we come to you
with fingernail marks in our palms;
four doves with hooves gliding.
mid-prayer. belly filled with demons.
if this is our last meal, let every bite
certify entry into your home
bloodlust judge of the earth . . .
ready to fight
for a heaven
swelling
with the
skeletons
of angels,
Jon turned
to me:
bloodshot.
mouthful
of his own
gold
trimmed
wings
& kept praying.