the TV broke
everything is a screen
where do projections end
and I begin

the Doctor said
it’s just chemistry
don’t worry about Me
settle life with
little things

Jesus made a hamburger
and he named it _______
and I ate myself
and was reborn

packaged nice and neat
the Holy meat
is blessed
and declared
fit to eat

’round and ’round
we dance
going around the
in this ground
the soft, green grass
the sandy paths
but no rock
just the plastic

and the dead
aren’t really dead
they are what
we’ve been fed

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