christian kindness carries its
own cruelty
and nine tenths of the time the ones
who bear it wear a bible round their
necks and while they let us know they
take up their crosses boldly,
there is no hiding it,
we are the ones who waste our
time carving it all the day
now that the day has come
and not the twilight
do not with weary faces
and woebegone expressions
celebrate your jesus
now that yellow touches the sky
do not dress in black and grey and go
on and on about rules and duty
as yet, fed on saint paul and bleached
out purity
we haven't learned about the pleasure

beyond the rolled away stone
was the sweet smell
of magdalene's perfume
and of the grass just grown