Asshole, The

An adolescent man who has the plague

Inside his veins keeps sacred mystery

Among his heartbeats. No hints, clear or vague,

Will say he’ll give his gift, his HIV,

To everyone who comes to worship in

His innermost recesses, in his bed,

Those Holiest of Holies in the sin

His veiled religion offers. Veiled, the head

Of his hard shaft is hidden by its hood

The way the deep injected death sentence

Implanted in you won’t be understood

Until it’s far too late for repentance.

..There are no signs in muscle, kiss, or sweat

That his religion’s one you won’t forget.