the priest is a wet nurse

the priest is a wet nurse

anointed breasts dribble milk gone to gall
so dark, so bitter, so impervious to scrutiny or correction
scribes, known to have ghost-written for god,
bartered their foreskins and the tongues of mothers
raped by angels in sweet demon’s guise
for it’s use to bind eyes and tongue sky and cave
and that hidden place somewhere between
where gravity and time hold sway