Jesus in a jumpsuit, jokey,
bloated and tired.
His voice deepened with disappointments,
fucking about with parables,
jumbling the blesséds,
drunk on an excess of Messiahness-
this blazing star
who journeyed from hicksville Bedlam
to Vegas Jerusalem
punching out to a drumstruck kata
Let us bear witness
to this fire born of the Sun
larded with kitsch and peanut-butter,
doused in the slow self-crucifixion
of a god descending to human.
Let us celebrate, this day,
the emergence of Him from the radio-waves.