The Flesh

Oh dirty dirty word
You got in da dirt
Mud us mud lust air balloon
Life up oh my words
Become something me
Word teacher
Indweller in the holy community
We ain't much to look at
Holy?  Please.
Dirty pharisees
Dirty pharisees like me
Bonhoeffer says the word can't exist without
the Ink, the body us
Flesh for blood, spoken word
Rambling poetry of God
With all its rhythmic patterns and oddities
Incarnate in his iambs the lamb of lambs
Heart metronomics beating
With earth pulse
Spirit blood what a dirty word
What profanity
Cracked lips speaking
me.