Crucified Gnat

She is a giant on the
tiles of Rome.

She must have flown
poetically
into that john
in the restaurant basement,

there where a fat
shitting man
sweated out
yours truly, death.

Harpooned you on his bloody
fingernail,

quoted the Bible
while he
spanked
your crazy ass,
flattened you,
demoralized you.

Wow, you look like a shield.

I’d like to rip that wall out as evidence,
bring the case to court,
have his man
tried

for treason.