I had a rabbi once.
He played guitar
and sang,
and he is singing far away
from my dead town.
I had a pope once.
I liked his Instagram pics,
wore a rosary on my wrist.
I had a god once.
He tried to make me
more than I was,
which is nothing.
All I am is a history of men.
The marble and blood.
I had a father.
He gave me ash, heart
problems, cathedrals.
I can’t escape