Even Hitler,
moonlight on the crumbling dreams between us,
even bloodstained misanthropic
souls with hatred on their last acts,
even users, child
killers, torture
artists, devil
worshippers, even
Hitler as we kissed
in our embittered longing, trapped in our
our tiny, personal, tragic
frustration blooming like twelve
nocturnal orchids, even
as the milky way slides down, as
Heaven stands up to pass above
the shadowless pattern of our
embrace, even Hitler,
by that great, kind
God who set us on this
planet, in this crazy, lethal darkness
burning, burning, even
Judas, even the unforgivable, and
even (I thank you, love you)
you said, and
are forgiven.