...workin' on his tan

[minorwhite]

She drives stakes into the minds
of unedited footage, films naked
bodies fucking daylight in town
or on the steps of expensive
cathedrals whose Saints are on
'the most wanted lists'

But the artist in her knows
when to stay dead, out of print,
be the first not to be resurrected,
face down the Virgin to catch
the smell of a lost art while
wind blown cocks give up
their sight for blessings
in cracks from the other side.

They thought they'd hear God
fart, prove he's human, in Man's image
an asshole among assholes getting laid
in the sun like the rest of us
so he can work on his tan.