It ends in Amen

This is how you close your eyes,
blink deeply into what is left
but stare at the hand on the right.
No god lives up here
not when your sins pull you down.
Weigh the venal lump of lust
crucify the index pages of your greed.
Herald the pride lingering around the dead heart
and fine-tune the sacrifices of murder.
Then tell your conscience to breathe with its ears,
let the angels carry the last note of silence
and let the people all say
Amen

Ruddapoet