Poetry

Detritus

By Dee Allen

The human body is a temple.

-Or so I've heard.

A woman I thought I've

Known intimately underwent perpetual

Conversion, accepted a new personal

Savior, a gift from a smoothtalking

Creep w/a whiplash smile-

She took the god into herself.

Temporary warmglow relief

Sure as acetylene blueflame brief

Hallowed sanctum walls

Continue to fall

Away to spreadout broken rubble.

Dust.

The human body is a temple.

Meant to be kept pure.

-Or so I've heard.

My big sister

On the other hand, followed another gospel.

One claiming hundreds of backstreet

Converts. Embraced.

Destroyed - Giving

Praise comes easy.

She took the god into herself.

Crystalline poison deity.

In a glasspipe on drawnlips. Daily home

Sacrament made her walking wreckage

In my disgusted eyes-

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