The neutron heart of

ghosts in city scape

are blood & brood of

Jesus Christ's last breath...

The neuron parting of the red seas -

Oberon discarding his skins & then fed fleas -

Jesus is bloated with sin & his dis-ease;

this he accepted as part of his death.

But the heart still keeps beating

with wind & with ache -

And the heart of our lives

still refuses to break -

But the heart of that hero

who was deified for bloodshed -

Holds the weight of the world

& the tears he did not shed.

- For The Minions Who Would Make Us Cry -