O Jesus 
— A breeze and severe honey glow   
crowning his young shoulders — groomed 
disgust in his walk, his mystic theater practice  
already modeled to lecture us, the radiant   
pull at his mom’s sleeve   
emptied of any given moment. Puissance of a sort, holy body of Christ.  
What Esau calls discourse through example. Later 
 
Even the unholy pitch in, bringing on what works mostly. Life is short and good grooming drives you all over. Recent example, no longer Christ’s victims, you and I grabbed the discursive moment as a ladder we shouldn’t overuse — 
A given moment to stare out the window, a lava lamp over our shoulders to herald the swindle in wind farming.