A Nother Part of Me

Milk Chocolate Jesus (a poem)

The organ cried in the winter twilight

while a host of eyes cradled the curse

of a thousand personas. Know not what

the chocolate bust in the package

represented, but no one guessed.

A chorus with an icicle banter, warmed

up the palisade by singing a forced

entry. Meanwhile, the bust glowed in the

blackest knight of nights, like chocolate

Jesus.

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