I'm glad you're gone
but I still haven't managed to wash your stench off of me
like the residue of your
foul sludge
gets a silent kick out of the way it
thickens time
and crystallises between my joints

You were sick and now I am too
contagious as your vile venom proved to be
but you knew that already
didn't you?
Since we all know you were coughing up sin
long before I had to wipe my mouth
on the side of the road
avoiding eye contact with the guiltless

But this world is cruel
and so your shadow remains cast
and your legacy
crawls
stained in your handwriting
so if the Lord is watching all I can do is pray he does so passively
and one day you too are forsaken
by your would-be
saviour.