every jesus

gone again
you think of roses plucked
mmmmmmljust before the mouth
earth’s dark hole/
mmmmmmmmnsoil at the edges
inside, down & on top of
cherry lacquer
imagine hands clasped
poor cover-up/mascara –

in life, he was simple race trucks
mmmmmmmwhatever/that means;
he was alive.
mmmmmmmALIVE!
Can you say that
without exclamation?

It was, they called, “a pity”
to see one so young
hung-up in discriminate acts
blistered palms/bloody knuckles
mmmmmmmmhard as a crash landing
leading a line
as in
mmlRIGHTEOUSNESS!

it was a March wind blew
through the people,
one might say, he seemed – (… )
mmmmmmmmnlone heard the Soussa-
phone beside the deaf ear
before he fell
before he lay down, was
mmmmmmmmmmlaid down
before
the man/left
mmmmnhis card
before
mmmmnthe pulpit

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