Magic Words

Magic Words

 

Hoc est corpus meus.
Hoc est corpus meus.
I lie spiritless,

Six feet under you,
In the rigors of mortis.
Do you see there is no pulse?
Do you feel how cold
My body abstains
From deep within
The vault of your
Defunct imagination?

Come and transubstantiate.
Sit in the place where I have sat.
Empathize.
Bring yourself down
To my level.
Then send your words,
The magic words.
The etymology quickens,
"Hoc est corpus meus."
"Hoc est corpus."
"Hocus pocus."
Now we live?

 

-jenn long