lord hear our prayer
baptized you at bedside
with shaking palms
recited in smattering latin
her nerves so wrought
she forgot
to sprinkle the holy water
collected from the bathroom tap
but she did perform
some sort of sign of the cross
with her thumb
to your temples
crumbled crackers
from her purse bottom
used as ashes
lord hear our prayer.
nothing sweet to chew on here
the song missile, a slickthickbrick
filled with soured notes
Pages, oily-thumbed and weary
Halleluia Halleluia
swallow the communion
crucified
again and again
For simply being
Human.