Jesus Lizard Rope
One free end bound his ankles, also bound his knees
He had left a trail of blood that led into the trees
He lay beneath a broken branch face down in the grass
No mason or bricklayer he, a trowel was in his ass
They found spray paint in his sinus, cotton in his ears
His cheeks showed little slugstyle tracks that dried
there from hs tears
The morning that they found him dead the sun was shining
bright
It cast a shadow of the rope that he had tied so tight
The shadow fell across the grass, across his filthy
clothes
It fell across the shit-caked pants he wore over his hose
He lay beneath a broken branch face down in the grass
No mason or bricklayer he, a trowel was in his ass
