02-03-2014, 11:18 PM
A flushing loo is like a church Crusade,
the bright yet dark blue liquid cascading
from its balcony, erasing the shit
and piss. I watch this bleak display as it
lives in my loo. I enjoy its passion,
imagining that long-dead French woman
who said she could not credit Hell or God.
She is the dung and snatches of tissue,
destroyed with burning liquid faith, a rod
to cast the sinners out in this, my holy loo.
the bright yet dark blue liquid cascading
from its balcony, erasing the shit
and piss. I watch this bleak display as it
lives in my loo. I enjoy its passion,
imagining that long-dead French woman
who said she could not credit Hell or God.
She is the dung and snatches of tissue,
destroyed with burning liquid faith, a rod
to cast the sinners out in this, my holy loo.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe