heretics by David McLean

Encratites, Gnostics, Marcionites, all these people
plundering dreams, their own laid bare like virginity
their burden – abstinence and ascetics, motherfuckers,

and none of them mad or mad enough to expose
their genitals as a leaf wherein to clothe discourse,
for the indexical absurdity that is bodies and bodices

is a penis, pointing at flesh and damnation therein
enclosed, otherwise homeless. which is just what
sleazy Jesus taught us in his dry dreams

they say, like when god told Salome
that we are saved when we trample on modesty
and the sexes are one sex without male and female,

so probably some sort of sportsmen, closed cunts of nuns,
or men with less than a seven inch heaven, virginal
impotent children heaving dreams, a castrato's salvation

not worth taking. for thine is the kingdom
the power and the raped face of heaven,
thine is the feces and the feckless semen,

Jesus, thine the ignorant nipple pensive devils
have bitten, the nun's frigging finger, and thine
all the victims, historically speaking

most of these children - god was not kidding
and only heretics were listening to him;
ignoring the question of his existence

he still says things

Copyright 2009

Author’s Bio: David McLean is Welsh but has lived in Sweden since 1987. He lives there in a cottage on a hill with a woman, five selfish cats, and a stupid puppy. Website: