The blood pours, heavy as rain
unrepentant sinners; calloused deeds gone good
Each turn of the halo round your head
The lesser shine of before
A little wider, a little slower
pieces of you fall off; pieces we’ve left behind
Your bonfire burning merrily in the background,
casting your shadows; entrancing the dance
Rodeos of the bucking trends
willing them to fall; willing them to hurt
And always always always;
before and again.
And again. And again.