Remorse
The remorse we assumed you felt
rapture you foretold
were myths, were absent
stories told dark Friday nights
good enough to scare small children
but the savior who’d come
after rapture also a myth
invented by sharks that swarm on
the unaware when the ecclesiae
crescendoed salvation
was dear when forgiveness
graced humans by
gorging vultures swooning
on nearly-dead carcasses
Libros Libertad 