I built the Pyramids 
from the thick skin of my dead parents

carved into stones of great size
which I broke myself lifting 

then outgrew my
sexy eyebrows

and gave up alternate
mushrooms

I gave you this screed
instead of my open arms

sold off our entire
collection of hope

stopped sneering
for Lent 

bargained away
all our divinity remnants

for mumbled
and cheap prayers

to address the masses
when I should have been sleeping

and now butchered
and open

what is left but the meat
and essence of my faith