he sacrificed his forgettable existence for us
so that we may like

achieving permanent stagnation
in the wrinkles of an overstuffed crucifix

a lifetime of regret to save us
an unworthy offering
for an unworthy existence

his legacy of purposeless transactions
driven into feet and hands and eyes
by those of us who cared enough
To realize he had been dead for years

we limply applaud his ascension
joining clouds already bloated with pollution
eager to shower our dying farms
with moisture incapable of fulfillment

we hope he’ll rise again
but know that he won’t
maybe one day

we’ll be saviors too