I’m Corrupt

I’m corrupt

As corrupt as you could have wished

I’m corrupt to the marrow of my bones

I suffer from an incurable disease

Fluttering in my brain

Gnawing at my bones and offering me doubt

Pain, unhappiness

I walk with the weight of my guilt

Through streets punctuated with churches

Knowing right from wrong at last and doing wrong

They’ve got me

My thoughts are no longer my own

I’ve fallen into their net

I’ve listened, swallowed, digested

I suffer from an incurable disease

Called God

Roland Michel Tremblay

translated by Sheila MacLeod

(Picture: The Inferno, Canto 32, Gustave Dore)