Circumcision's Hymn

There's a god damned choir
singing a surgical hymn
and every note is a little off,
and the church above
where we are at,
is empty; the old windows
all pitch black.
I message to the dead kid
sitting in the pew next to me..
nudging doesn't work
so I shake him
but the fucker doesn't move
on his own.  Just falls.
He looks like me,
except at that age
my mouth was not open,
skin less pale,
my eyes still had light,
and the longer I look at him
the more that the music
sounds okay in Hell,
and the more Normal
he becomes.

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