jesus would be walking
names from other places
madison
minneapolis
saint paul
brainerd
might rattle in their ears
as they walk for their stolen sister
yes there was the sister
and so many more in between
lovely earth
herds like statue
herds like shellshocked soldiers standing in blasted fields
toward the many waters
left from the ice and
blood in the fodder
blood in the bovine breast milk
blood on the dusty snowmobile in the cluttered garage
blood in the clay pigeons
blood served at the fire station summer picnic
blood in the baked pastries in the basements of their would be houses
might bring their godhead back to planet earth
they would turn around
float with jim down the mighty river
leaving out of the delta with the speed of their holy spirit
somebody thought they saw them walking
saw them in the current
somebody thinks their sacraments mean something here
winds of red winged black birds
waters of sturgeon and pike.
but jesus never walked here
you fucking farming fools
my fathers and mothers
land back