Merciel

Eyes of Nod stumble into Eden’s canyon,
drown in the deluge of milky waterfalls
dammed by a meek cream-colored top.
The pastor preaches the power of prayer,
but ears cannot hear at such a depth
betwixt Babel towers no light can scale.
The hunger whets his mouth, muffles
his mind in mirages: to fill her, to subdue her.
The sermon ceases; he slithers to the back
to welcome the girl with the divine rack.