Daddy

Love the cursed one
Love the defrocked
Love him mercilessly

In his twisted robe
In the tatters of his faith
Blackened

Sitting at the table of the rich perverts, he was,
Eating off their shiny plates of vices
Offered
In an open chalice

Love the cursed one, the shadows of his modesty
Those of his sex (of which you are part)
Those of his mistresses who will love you
And the others, who will bleed you dry
On the altar of filial love

What is left, if not love itself?
Its blood
And its long filaments
Of silver scum

Love the cursed one
Love the cursed one
Love the cursed one
Love the cursed one