Idol

I hang your image on my wall;
I carve my arm for you;
See — I’ll spill my blood for you
And I’ll starve myself for you.
I’ll do a fast for you,
And kneel down in front of you;
Pray that I may take your place
So that I can destroy you —
Set your graven image on fire
So people kneel to me.

From my forthcoming poetry collection, Autodestructsuperstar.