father homophobe

Li Min Hua

He told sensuous choir boys at camp
        that he knew why they had warts on their palms,
        smirking at their averted glances.
        He dreamed always of immaculate conceptions
        even while he rubbed raw against the zipper
        of his sleeping bag.
        "Christ never touched the twelve
        till Judas gave him deep throat!"

        The Holy Family nuclearized, unsplittably,
        just behind his uneven bushy eyebrows.

        When he died of prostate cancer,
        a former acolyte
             whom he'd kicked out of scouts
             for fellatio
        undertook his body carefully,
        sealed his raw bum with a tiny gold cross
        which had been blessed at Canterbury.

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