Dandelion Potentates

Dandelion Potentates

(“However, they did not understand this saying; it was kept hidden from then so they might not grasp it, and they were afraid to question Him about the suggestion.” Luke 9:45)

Iron is iron, clay is clay,
dandelions are daily,
yellow; then puffs; then;
blown away.

Clay is not smelted, iron is not thrown on a wheel
with thumbs and fingers within; prodding; pushing;
water and spin. Dandelions are not potentate,
voted no more than a day.

God is God, else is less,
humans are yearly,
pink; then gaunt; then;
buried east and west.

Else is not everywhere, God is not carried up a hill
with thorns and wounds and rags; bleeding; bending;
fallen and dragged. Humans are not judicial,
appointing death like a guest.

I cannot hear what is down, cannot see the reason that
rings around the right angles I have drawn neatly since
I was taught geometry. Leave me with gods who rule
and war and I will implore no further explanation.
But tell me His Son will be handed and manipulated,
dominated and stranded on a Hill alone, mandated by
maniacal men with thumbs and fingers….and I…

Christ is Christ, I am sin,
the world was weeping,
void; then spun; then:
reconciled, reaping

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