Holy carbs dipped in sugars of blood.
Fattening-up for the butchers call. More the better.
None are spared, all for him - good, bad,
and single, sole at heart, lone in deity.
Choosing no end, choosing no camp, choosing no fire.
Theologofob. Scared to choose. Scared to think of it all. Scared.
First days, last days – past days. Self – flanked.
Cram of life… through, the woman who knew no man.