by Matthew DiNatale

And with the hungry lip they ravaged in his desecration. 

Suddenly before them he rose tall, gilded in golden garment. 

With brow high he looked before them as they begged to him, “forgive us for we knew not”, 

and with the hungry lip he ravaged in their desecration, 

for such is his becoming and the craft of their down fall. 

Pain, ascension, truth, and mournful regret. 

And with the hungry lip he ravaged in their desecration.