Between breaths I utter the name of God
wondering to myself whether it's all worth it
as I sit between two blood-riddled machines
speaking obscenely to cell phones
Every word they speak is a revelation
God-sent flesh to either side speaking
in tongues and I pray they utter a word that
can save me from my philosophical insanity
They speak louder and louder and prouder and
prouder floundering over syllables like kittens over fishbowls
swimming aimlessly around conversation as a practice of
conservation of social mores, the store of their energy
I hear them repeating themselves in Greek and then in Latin
emphatic in their speech, mouth muscles drowned in lactic acid
from their reach to keep speaking the word of God
firing off Testament like a preacher to his seats
And I am one man standing before two priests
my heart beating and my brow seeping sweat from the
sweet speak of these beasts like Eagles, too regal
in sweatpants and light jackets to be unholy
They begin to burn like candles and I can no longer
handle the heat, I jump off this bus three stops early
and begin to unfurl in the middle of a street, unworthy
of what I've witnessed and time misses a beat.
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