Fifty-Nine

My looks of lust have objectified at least Fifty-nine human beings and so who am I to judge a murderer in cold blood with one bullet to objectify another with one look in the eyes of God which one is worse than the other? To turn them into objects of pleasure to strip them of all dignity failing to reverence femininity and complementarity the noble goal of procreation to build the kingdom the tearing apart of human dignity browsing pornographic images - what is that? Commodifying original innocence?

Fifty-nine empty seats in Sunday school Fifty-nine minutes where no-one comes to the confessional Fifty-nine first person shooter video games Fifty-nine DVDs of intense violent death killing mauling hating ninety-minutes long each one Fifty-nine years of denying John Chapter 6 verse Fifty-nine

Fifty-nine thousand dollar down payment on a Bentley Continental Flying Spur one-hundred thousand US dollars cash wired to Manila Philippines Fifty-nine high dollar spins of the roulette wheel and Fifty-nine high dollar hands of blackjack with a comped corner hotel suite on the thirty-second floor of the Mandalay Bay

Foolish frivolous
I am a coward
Fleeting pleasures
Tomorrow too
Yet nothing satisfies
Nothing satisfies
I need more and more
Nothing satisfies
Eternal judgment mine

Fifty-nine minutes before singing "God Bless America" Fifty-nine minutes unloading two hundred injured bodies into the ER Fifty-nine hours of news coverage dizzying iPhone videos Fifty-nine point font headlines Fifty-eight lifeless bloodied battered bodies on the square next to a Las Vegas boulevard plus One hanging, eternally, in Calvary makes Fifty-nine.

- Gary Edward Geraci