RecidivistsA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
They wait on him,
and wait, and wait, waiting every day, as he promised he’d descend; But hundreds of him are born every day in Mexico, and no one ever bothers to go there and meet those men; Recidivists keep looking for him in some cave outside Jerusalem, or under that shroud in Turin. © 2018 Maxwell Ryder |
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