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.
