The Altar of the Harlot

[Eskiminzin]

Filled and collared

Bound in the marks of surrender to passions chaos

An offering of flesh to broken on the wheel of life itself

All trappings of obscenity reduced

Through purpose

To a declaration of life upon the wild fringes

In alcohol and poverty

In the *** within and the *** without

At last upon the threshold of a secret courage that may yet carry the anchorite through…

Undone and still becoming

Laid bare upon the altar of the Harlot

Becomes the Harlot

Takes up her collar and her chains

Sells himself on the streets of a new Babylon

Drunk deep on filth, depravity,Scorched in summer sun

Failing falling, trailing ribbons through the whirlwind

A wild slave forever drawing closer to the ***shed of rebellion…