Monday, January 26, 2015

IN THE NAME OF THE SON

Jesus Christ 
almighty,
kid—how 

do you like
what seems to have
happened now? On 
or around

our upside-down 
plastic ordinary 
planet—after 

the Proper 
of the Mass
got invented?

Previously—a servant
content doing

all daddy's sweeping—
that composer

is creator now,
a great architect—the tall slender
letters of his earthly

name gilding
all the bedrock;
our performer—still

just some carpenter—
straw for his guilt-
stricken little
bed in the corner.