Irwin (For Kurt)

I walk amongst the dead people.

I don't feel their essence.

I don't quite feel anything.

I see specters longing to escape from man’s collapsed torso. This organism cowers, bright and iridescent, in a state of limbo. Fearing eternity, it pleads to stay with its host in the ground below. As man’s body is accepted by the soil, his soul is left lingering in the shadows; hands held out to God or whatever would accept him. The souls of young, grotesque figures leap out of holy wounds and orifices; a collective mass of spirits clinging to their unrequited love of a life being pulled away from them.

"May God's eternal love be with these young as they are flung into a world they are fully unprepared for and don't understand. May Your hand rest upon and guide the souls of selfish men negligent of Your glory; may the boatman at the beach of the river be free from judgment. May damnation be as swift and pure as death itself."

Souls, impure and violent, seek peace and forgiveness in the cold, cursed realm of limbo; fog crawls the floors of dead earth feeding off the looming lives of men and women who lived for death. The fog grows powerful, lusting after the cavernous and penetrable wounds left by flying death. Its sacred and divine member now throbbing with ambitious notions of judgment. Smelling the fruitful fertility of soldiers in the tattered clad of ethnocentric cultures, the fog enters deeply and without passion; pansexual in its lust for holy orifices. Genderless souls squirm from the continuum of unwanted sexual congress.

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Sinless souls dance hand in hand to the beautiful waltz with an incomparable groove as the eyes of the raped are fixated on them for all eternity; one two three one two three one two three one two three.

"God's love is unconditional. God's love is patient. God's love is all around us; caressing us gently and embracing us. Our souls call out for love and peace, but our bodies long for devastation and destruction; the physical realms of Earth only nurture our physical bodies, but, because of God's eternal love, peaceful souls are allowed to rest for eternity. Keep these men Lord, and may Your will be done. Amen!"

A woman cowers in child's pose; her curses considered poignant to the small patch of land which received her sordid words and bore the weight of her emotional struggle. A small voice builds up inside of her mouth as she tongues each syllable. He gave his life for them...he gave his life for me.