a lot of jesus everywhere

a lot of jesus everywhere,
more than could be healthy,
but this place ain't bethelem, ya cunt.

My chest deflates
under the noon heat.
News of faraway couplings
arrive,
in waves.

How can people handle
the fucking in this heat?

Only the legion of jesuses
are impervious to sweat
and tiredness.

Only a lineage of goats,
feed on rocky grass
and suns that are tyrants,
could manage to stare back
with such glassy eyes,
and make you feel a sad bastard.

The canorous chorus
of vaginas...
sing the sun a searing song.

jesuses don't care.