poor jews

knowing not the christ i knew

knotted brow

flaming tongue

fanning his rightness

to the cold wind

in sandal foot slackerism

over their bones

intermented, the urns of Veii

all of us mothers

all of our dogs

chickens we ate

cow gods slaughtered

all of us passing by

thanks and giggles 

then passing thru

no memories no mark

no referent center

us the River

us the rain

whistlers and a banner