I am your christ

I have been accused
by myself and others
of having given shady
grace to church and christ

but it is not that way

called upon to be christ
to you to me to bleed
not as savior
but as saved
I am sore with crusty pus
I am twisted malignant
mutated
I am the piss in the dirt
diseased soiled dirty
I am your christ

some would let me go
naked but for the
need of appearances
dressed in the swollen
bellies of black african
babies dead wanting to be
dead before they ever know
joy or comfort
just rot and stink and blood

tears are my wetting
and I desire the smell of
endings
suffering is a dull cloth
colored in holographic plastic
money cards
and I shit my pants
ugly at your feet
obnoxious pleadings to heed
the evaporation of my humanity
I am your christ

peter, do you love me?

J. Masuda © 2004
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Again, I am awestruck by the words that you use and descriptives that flow....