damascus / there was none

modern day jesus never went near damascus
in any case it was saul on that rented beast
when the blazing regard of god caused such
the insufferable silence. three long hard days   

water from a wellspring poison from an apple
every day is an eden shedding dreams upon
the edifice the efficacy of vaccines the over
tones of warlords in stolen toyota corrolas.

take a picture and send it around the globe
in your new optical fibres colours demons
destroyers ordinary individuals going to
church court funerals landscape resorts.

dying to tell you how beautiful you all are in
your cages in your beartraps eating through
your tibias you bloody lipsticked goddesses
showing off your tits your labias on 5G.

dying to tell you how I nearly never made it
I came across an ocean in a small boat with
countless others I was looking for jerusalem
but we found damascus instead, discarded.

there are jewels that don’t reflect the light
they eat out instead the innards of the sun
and they make warheads laser weapons
they patrol the shore wait for us at dawn.

I came on the back of a flatbed riding out
of mexico across the new border I delivered
a message of hope and eternity in a swill
bucket packed with skinned bloody rats.

I stood at the beachhead where your fore
fathers drowned I had my foot on the head
of everyone of them whispering prayers
watching their eyes for some

recognition / there was none.