Dear MIA

I'm the lone stone in this dank cave
A pagan awaiting her feared deity
I'd offer thee my daily offerings
Deck the walls with crimson roses
polished the jagged limestones to mirror gleam
And fend off Lady Moon's intruding pallor
Why do you still let me bleed?
Every time i make this worship
Pierce my throat with a lancet
Bloody mouth! Bloodied Towels

Dear MIA,

This is all for you

The million pilgrims, they await outside
With blood trickling down their mouths, necks, garments.

Shall i let them hordes in?
Into your lonely temple?

I'm lonely expelled.
Why do you answer my prayers so passively, so implicitly?

MIA, my silent God, my dumb deity, you're corroding my being.

Your indifference, Your nonchalance, Your wanton sigh