Black Champagne

Alertly lifts the martyr's rifle--

Agonized prayer
		awaiting divinity's hit.

God never talks to the dogs,
the dogs never stop barking.

"I remember her blue burka;
Rough cotton; wife.

The trigger invites me....
And I see you, mad and scrambling,
		insipid in your freedoms.

When God God God
	crushes you
			I shall rise."