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
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


may 2005