Hospital Fat Bags - Gaza

Jesus is tight but you’d probably find more happiness with a good plastic

surgeon

I’m chewing on dog teeth and hospital fat bags

So maybe we should welcome it with open arms?

And should you smell the burning and hear the screaming you can’t tell yourself

we didn’t deserve it

Piles of human and antiseptic as we cut the ugly

Mothers wielding crosses made of children bones

Armies of the half dead with their arms to the sky

These who spoke against Him bled from their throats as their jaws had been torn

away

We knew it was blood because it was warmer than the air