Body

I stand perfectly still and wait
for my body, all day
if I have to, listening
to those who whisper
my name, Jesus
Allah and the others
who have it all wrong,
we are all of us sinners
and none of us are
any different whether we
cover ourselves in silver
or gold or make it
all up as we go

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