Sour and Ancient

I've seen Jesus on the street

Wearing a blue windbreaker

His eyes cast to hell

In pity and guilt.

A beard; as snow, lay on his delicate face

O jesus your hands

Your hands speak with blood!

I've seen Jesus on the street

With one shoe and a wink in his eye.

Pure Jesus, he is dirty,

His rotting mouth and pink lips

Tell of methods to die

I've seen Jesus on the street

When the sun was up.

And dew was fresh and sweet.

His scent, sour and ancient, took my arm

To his grave.

It clung to my arm

As I clung to his grave.