“Sects and stories out of sight,
In shame, in shadow,”
Scorn and prurience
Have always been bedfellows.
This is the teaching of guilt,
The desecration of meat,
The desecration by meat.
See where I’m going with this?
Shame’s the human way of life,
Dark angel all wrestle with.
We want to escape ourselves,
Letting no one else escape.
We accept our wounded hips.
Kiss the angel’s pouted lips.
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