holiness once breathed in the lcd screens and tangled cables

something sacred lived in the batteries you called your soul

that was when i first knew God

and i could see Him dancing on the shooting stars that flickered in red and white

and i could hear Him whispering secrets to no one between radio frequencies

and i spoke to Him through message boards as we crafted a holy text of our own

and now i find His body in the aisles of dusty flea markets

i cry to Him

and i try to tell Him i am sorry

and i carry Him in my arms

and give Him a new home

and comfort Him

and clean the cuts and scars which cover His body

but i am worshipping a corpse

He does not live in the dial tones anymore

He died when we recycled the phone book