"The Teaching of the Master"
and the shirts of penitents
fell to the ground, impregnated.
It was the Caesarian section of thought,
plush dolls were born, jubilating.
It was a profile of Everyman,
cut out of black paper.
Ladybugs crawled out from under our fingernails.
Trumpets were heard at the walls of Jericho.
Our genes sizzled.
It was magnificent, as he spoke.
It's just that I can't recall
what he was talking about.