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SLAP DASH

nothing to
see here

certainly not
these nails

very nails
that stapled Christ
to the Cross

and these are the rods
we let fall from space
spears of tungsten
that can
take out a city

(what can God do
against human
weapons?)

see
how it looks
from here

from pock-marked surface
of looney-tunes in June

(need rhyming slang
to follow these terrible trajectories)

stretching ourselves to
the verbal

to
the conceptual limit

we follow the paths
up
down
and around

we are
forced to take

(nothing to see here
move away
it all
so
slap dash
tiger-striped police tape telling
us it must be a crime scene)