Embedded Morality

The crucifix
is lodged like a stick in our eyes.
Splinters bleed in to each of our sight.
The Continent is founded on crumbs and on wine.
We strive for righteous servitude,
and walk a transparent line.
Starving is Power,
when Power is forgot,
and we must kiss all the flies
and be who we’re not.
Hunger is Want,
and Want slits your throat,
so seek the Will of Nothing
and lick all these words they wrote!