The Inquisitor

I thought we were past this,
we were no medievalists—
eager to glory in the graves
of ancient martyrs, inching
to hell like slime molds
smiling round the borders
of forests we ached in,
that morning of the shallow
singing of firecracked fathers
hymning in as we finished,
quickly, quickly—
inching.

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~ by Jeremy on November 23, 2012.

2 Responses to “The Inquisitor”

  1. Reblogged this on Breathe Easy Honey.

  2. This is amazing. I can’t help reading this over and over and over again. It’s so beautiful.

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