but I am not so miraculous
they are running
like black bile
bruised from the nose
of the state
dripping into streets
America’s pastimes
or past -
the same shit panic dead bodies
on them now
as then
and yes, Christ is among them.
for 37 cents worth of gas
he called me “angel”
at Wal-Mart.
I wanted to kiss
his face but not taste
his dirt.
saviors are like that
wearing the grime of
human souls on their t-shirts
thanking us anyway.
rewind.
pan in on holding tank
of Negro bodies -
make sure you see the smell
