by DAVID RUTTER
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Lamb of God, You take away The sins of the world. Have mercy on us. Ah, you're awake at last. You passed out for a time. I guess pain will do that. You shouldn't be ashamed. Lamb of God, You take away The sins of the world. Have mercy on us. My name is Father Mignon, Just like the filet. That's a little joke I tell To all my penitents. Lamb of God, You take away The sins of the world. Grant us peace. Don't cry, little lady, This is for your own good. If I don't purify you, There will be no getting into heaven. This is the Lamb of God, Who takes away the sins of the world. Happy are those, Who are called to his supper. If you hold really still, I can take the gag from your mouth. You'll make me regret it, though, If you start screaming again. Now, Repeat after me- Lord, I am not worthy To receive you But only say the word And I shall be healed. I do hope The Lord gives me a sign That you've become pure enough soon. I'm counting up of pieces of you To use for communion. |
David Rutter David Rutter is a Los Angeles based writer of fiction, theater and poetry. In the past year alone he has been published in Hello Horror, Haggard & Halloo, Wilderness House Literary Review, Dressing Room Poetry, Leaves of Ink, Eunoia Review, the Los Angeles Review of Los Angeles, Subliminal Interiors and the Los Angeles Times. He blogs regularly at his website maxmundan.com and loves to spend time with his wife, Thyra and their dog, Watson.
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