April 19th - The Night Eveleth Lost Religion

After Zimmer

The night was dark and thick
Like licorice
And I felt sick.
We’d made love, but here I was
Awake, alone, looking out the window, resting on the sill,
Thinking God would fly a-raging over some strange hill,
Clenching in his fist a righteous wrath.
I was pale, like the moon,
And traced a path
Through the ochre-tinted gloom.

Every promise was unfulfilled:
I loved her no more,
And yet no less;
I felt no remorse,
Yet was not blessed;
And God was nowhere to be found,
Neither burning up the sky
Nor tearing up the ground,
And I just wondered why.

And nothing came, and nothing came,
And to this day I wait for flames,
Or crevasses to spread their maws beneath my feet,
Engulfing me, to burn the sin out of my meat;
But I know he knows I know better than to think
He would come down to flog me and my ex-,
That he, busy with the rest, would make a stink
About a little fun we had by having sex.