Cleansed in Blood

by Jim Kopetz

You rape.
And bless the child.

Your cross,
it floats in blood.
and sinks in water.
Alcohol fuel,
you're shameless,
in your process.

You have fruits,
soaked in poison.
You have mutes,
made for lashes.
Desires un-clothed
by lesions and demons.

The fall was great
the wolves were plenty.
To rape your way to their heart, so.
For twenty years
they weeped.
At your feet.
Cleansed in blood
and semen.

Jesus wept.