Pig At The Altar

Pig At The Altar

They built a ritual around restraint, tiny cups
dry crumbs, knees on tile
heads bowed in practiced lack, I show up late
throat dry, stomach roaring like it wants its time back
They tell me holiness is saying no to everything that makes my pulse kick
But the ones leading the chant sneak off later for their own dirty fix.

I stopped pretending and climbed straight onto the altar with both hands full of everything they banned
Grease on my lips, red on my chin
stuffing my face in front of their shaking band
They call me disgrace, call me animal
call me everything they secretly think in the dark
While their eyes lock on every bite like they can smell the want.

If wanting more is sin, Then I am the priest
I take it in, I feed the beast.
I am the pig at the altar, rolling in all you hide
Every craving you lock up shivers in my hide
If I choke on this banquet, throat clogged, heart blown
I still died on my terms, not starving on your stone.

They line up to condemn me
pointing fingers slick with secret grease
List my vices like they are reading charges to prevent my release
I take another bite and raise my filthy
shaking hand in mock salute
Because every insult they throw feels like envy I can’t dispute.

I am not asking you to join me
Stay hungry if that keeps you pure
But do not call me broken for refusing your cure
Your cure was absence, empty plates
thin smiles and hollow prayers
Mine is dying with crumbs on my lips and no regrets in my stares.

I am the pig at the altar, rolling in all you hide
Every craving you lock up shivers in my hide
If I choke on this banquet, throat clogged, heart blown
I still died on my terms, not starving on your stone.
You can scrub the floor, wash the stains
sing about restraint till your throat runs dry
There is always one greasy handprint high on the wall

Mine, Refusing your lie.