[written by Jesus Crisis in prison on 12 June 1997 at 8:40 p.m., in a journal entitled Meditations and Improvisations, and presented without editing]

Cannibal candelabra
Ceasing to desist
Resist the night of
All souls
Swallowed whole
Tasted thoroughly
Spit out

Reason to retch
Reaching out to a friend
Holding on to vague hopes
Embracing the flame
While the others aren’t lit
But will soon be made so
Hard to know

Oven baked candle
Insulated from sight
And out
            of a new way
Of life
Leading the
Blind to a trough
But you can’t make them