CONFESSION ROOM

Cephas checked the cross for Christ
to see if he still hung there.
His burden had burnt his mind.
He heard only Christ would care

His tongue had laced up a whore
and his hand too married blood.
His third leg had dug up holes,
and his mind, a beating thud.

“Bless me father, I have sinned,
my last confession… damn boy!”
He gnashed his teeth while in Church.
Cephas checked the cross for Christ.

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