how it happened | final version

that with a hocus pokus from the altar
when all you could smell in the church was the scent of incense
from a fat priest, who must do what he does, because no woman wanted him
from looking at the surface of the floor instead of the crucifix
from counting the never ending minutes of a mass
from vacation memories during the sermon

could grow something like this?

what bends my hand everyday
head, heart, arms, heart
touching the father, son, and holy ghost
your conscience crucifying the necessity to crucify
into the body - on the altar of the tongue and in the body
descending - not into despair
but into strength