Long ago—
perhaps
the first time
we were carried
kicking inside—we should
have realized
That the truth
was a sin,
and the sin
is was truth.
That our bodies
were all weight
and fat heat
and fierce light.
While hell,
on the contrary,
felt like cold
chrism
and listless rooms.
Like asthmatic organ tunes,
and that cruel
and repetitious symmetry
of hymns.
