I would pull your halo down

And fling it like a discus

Into the olympian clouds

For it to spin unending;

A fiery sun,

A sight to see

For the credulous crowds.


I would pull out your nails

One by one and stack them

On the blood slick cross

And watch you fall;

A dead weight,

So loaded with

Dogmatic dross.


I would see you fail

As we retreat from you

Into evidence

And truth from fact;

Intellect

Separating

Hope from sense.


I would see you gone

Like all you are or ever were

Is naught but

A memory;

A ragged

Child's blanket

We'd rather not see.


I would see you

Gone from me.