Pedophilic Ode

"Ran afoul my nature to spend some time
in prison. To think
                                on what I'd done:
does a butcher not know each of his pigs
nor the gentle curve of wood
by steady pounding? Why else this need
to have a child play mirror
                                                to what I am?
Group therapy no match for the gods
buried in each body
                                sauntering past.
Why this wanting to also become a god—
paradise be but ghost
                                to what they were."