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eleven - this is how to be a god

These:
     to be most sacrosanct,
     most immaterial,
     and most awaited

My heart used to beat
     for these

Stands the last iron
     maiden before man—
One that is alive,
     one that is not worshipped,
     one that is scorned

Revelation is a woman behind
     your back: it fears those who
     tires from scorning her, it fears those
     who start worshipping her, those
     with eyes for her allure

But I kneel before those who
     fancy in staking my heart,
     who thinks about the feel of my guts—
How could they have known?

If not to be impaled,
     what am I?
If not to impale,
     what am I for?

I prevail with your last apology—
I fear you if you know of it all
I am a girl you must let eat

Man must, at last, sin
     to hear and know his
     punisher and his vigil;
I am both

I welcome you, come,
I welcome you

a girl tires from wishful thinking. she then accepts. all hunger and beauty, like a siren—one only for the halfwits, a punishment to the willful. she welcomes both; it is death, nevertheless. this is how to be a god.