poetic fragments op. 39

Counting blue cars

“A Christ driving a blue car,”

My friend says.

Insane.

Insane as he is, he can count.

He has been counting blue cars
On a crossover bridge

Before a Lion’s apartment building

For quite a while.

Why blue?

Why cars?

Those are mysterious.

Yet blue cars are certainly running

On Route 6

And he’s insane…

Actually

I’m a Christ.

I went insane, resigned,

And my family broke up.

I have such genes like these.

Genes are the cross.

The cross is the cross

Only while human beings exist.

We make them the cross.

So many Christs today:

Counting blue cars.