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Jesus hocked a cross on 72nd Street |
and he didn’t get much, enough |
for lunch, maybe, off the SuperValue |
at the Golden Arches— |
the modern golden calf |
that would have Moses churning in his grave |
while the calf churns in our stomachs |
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Jesus had to admit, it was tasty, |
worth the loss of the cross to have |
this lump in his belly, |
watery cola jumping through his veins, |
the new communion served with a straw |
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may 2005 |
s.spachman |