Anathallo
Cafetorium
You were baptized by a dollop from a cool whip bowl(finger flung)Sulfer water, holy water from the drinking fountain of the high school cafeteriaAmong the great cloud when Margie whispered "Amen"bulletins slapped back at the heat to move the moist dead airI was still unborn, but I have heard the first handand Jack says that the body of loveand the hearts thereof can be baptized in the heads of their own sweatSalt rings like the outlined shroud on the tomb of your skinWe saw it on the VHSThe building stood erectThe march and the singing tongues processedThe crucifix cut from Styrofoam swung flung over your shoulderraining golden glitter from the glue-gun boarderWe thought about the easy yokeMy mind, my heart, choked
From Letras Mania