See, See where Christ’s Blood Streams in the Firmament!
I meant
broom
bristles
or a
throat
cut or
a hand
full of
red rib-
bons
or some
spareribs
from
Hunan Wok
or a gun
melting
like sugar
in the mind’s
eye or
an urchin
with its test
open or
a fantasy
of luck
come and
save us
come and
save us
O Lord
we are
out of
luck and
could use
a hand
not getting
strand
dead
in this
dimension