The Rodeo Clown

 

He wants to write something so, what is the word,

Visceral, yet fractal, that the reader, upon finishing

Has to put it away in a place he hopes he will

Forget it, but he cannot and must return to see

If his initial feelings were accurate. He wants

To give an exorcist some work to do, he wants

To wake disgusted with himself and what he

Has done, to scatter his life in the process

Like the dust that God held in his hand

On the fifth day, or the rolled dice found

Or a winning hand of cards left face down

After the Rapture. He wants to write his

Enemies’ ground up bones, the water

He will pour the powder in, the ladles

He will lift to feed them their dead.