MUGGED BY THE MASKED GOD

Ghost of the Holy Host
brickwall cross ,holds the shell,
fallen in a shadows flooded cast
murders crooked soak
dark alley eyes ,retching a gleaming scar
gutters there veins sliced open- resting in plastic artistic blocks
Days weep into open casket swaying waves

stoned idols licking granite church steps
steel gills try to breath in a poverty's rage ,
i see from a borrowed mirror 
that im face down-a spinning crown spirals into a blood tsunami

Swirling scented mist-battles a creeping dawn
shackles drag behind the approaching reapers step
that soundless breeding  
sign the contract it whispers
but face down a smile cross's the road 
on its arch 4 rainbows carving a masked crucifix
im sitting naked counting iron rusted nails
three with one extra -be prepared

mugged by the mask of god