you call me father
because
my cathedral’s not far
from yours.

my definition of love has always been
the same,
still you claim
to be my son. can you die?
i mean,
can you let me kill you?
or
can you give a sacrifice
without letting your eyes burn
the nightmare of the carcass before you?

can you love like me?
or
you just call me father
because
my cathedral’s not far
from yours.