I can’t say lamb anymore

than I could have said damn to my mother

as a 3rd grader, though I tried once,

quoting my older brother,

and still I was sent to my room

without supper. I think Jesus came

not just to say so many true things

and wear a thorny crown but also to point

to the godliness of our world – this one,

not the one A&E fell out of, but the one

they fell into. No one wants us lying in bed

of an afternoon, hands crossed over our chests.

Our proper place is under the yellow eye,

amongst grey-birds & stick-bugs, filling our bodies

with as much green as possible. For this,

God sits beside every unburied tomb

singing wildly in the mouths of bees,

the song of our resurrection if we knew

only to look for it in this world,

the one God himself inhabited

and asked us so enthusiastically to love.