Through the ears of his hanging bleeding son

by Regis Boff

God took you and twisted your little body
for his relief,
always in white and wafers
hiding insects and lust
in his loins.
How could you know his appetite for you,
after confessing childish fears to him
all your small life?
Parked in that dangerous confession box
by your believer mum and dad.
While God evesdrops
through the ears
of his hanging bleeding son.
And waits for you to be just old enough.