and the lawyers wrote their magical poetry
translating the law whichever way the money fell
the scientist wrote their manifestos to god
they told him/her to fuck off
“We don’t need you, when we can create our own diet soda,” they said.
“And we don’t need your Deus ex machina,
(I don’t even know what Deus ex machina means!)
but whatever it is, we don’t need it
and we sure as hell don’t understand it
and you can shove it
put it in all the bright pretty things & moments
and sell it down at the outlet mall.
but somewhere there was a pure man
an innocent… he believed in Jesus with the heart of a child
something about love
through all this pain and madness
and in his wallet he kept a picture of Jesus
it was old and crumbling
Jesus was holding his chest open
exposing his beating heart
his beating heart
which the world tore apart
like rabid dogs
maybe old Christ was showing us something
a little bit deeper about the truth of reality
