the book of dying 3:2…

history of men death’s dark angels
wingless night creature messengers of evil
life’s slave traders gold for souls
believers in prayer fee for redemption

 

the book of dying: 1:8…

while some starved others grew fat
demanding the weak carry their load
the indebted workers had no choice
so made gold they couldn’t hold

 

mandatory…

 

carefully removing
her dreams
she sat naked
on the floor
staring out
into the night
her room lit only
by
the headlights
of
passing cars
shedding all
her
disbeliefs
she
offered up
another prayer
this time
not herself
but
for those
who sat naked
not
of
their own
choice