I Found the Bones of Christ at the Bottom of the Garden

He danced to my heathen tune,

Eyes pleading for the pity

Not forthcoming.

No son of god shall persuade me

To lay down my guitar.

My single act of

Tedious rebellion.

For fun, for shits, for giggles

Now makes my deity tap.

To me

A mans skeletal form

Dug up from beneath a mulberry bush                                                      

Is no more immune to mockery

Than I.

When I lay

Face down in a puddle

Footprint on my back

As I walk home from school.