Achilles Heel

Sitting here with you
Just an image in my glass
Held up by my silence
Priest gone deaf at mass

Sacreligious permutations
This is my body, this is my blood
Love turned into ritual
Worshipping that which has passed

You and your Catholic guilt
The icons on the shelf
Dust outlining empty space
Vivid reminders of your anguished stealth

Took a week to notice
Pristine images thier outlines left
How like you to remind me of
How little you really gave of yourself

I was amazed by how deeply
Your leaving affected me
I wonder if Mary ever wept
For her bastardized virginity

The way I have for the
Sterile incision your presence
and now oddly enough
Your absence has made in my world

Just an image in my glass
Lit by the candles glow
Let these bloodstained eyes
Let this weary heart

Propitiation be