easter #2 -- take-out

I see no sin
In this man
I wash my Hands
of This whole
Freakshow –
Left hand
Despising Right,
Cutting it off,
Not knowing
What it is doing,
A chicken with no head,
An eye
For an eye
For an eye --
The whole world
Burnt to the ground
To kill a mosquito
Please, sweet Savior,
Deliver us
Sweet and sour pork,
Chinese take-out
For the hungry
For the homeless
For the homosexual
For the ugly
Yes, even for the polished polygamist
For the political pimp
For the farthest shore
We must all reach someday
Each in our own way,
In shambles, shaken to the core,
The immensity of our pride and our vanity
Our cruelty and our simple thoughtlessness,
Likewise washed up,
Quivering sickening
Like beached Leviathan
Reminding us
Never to forget
The helpless
And the hopeful
Reaching down
To kiss our heads