Christos
Jesus: a prophet or a god
Because in the shop, he
Made, as every carpenter
Of the time:
Tables and chairs—
Out of wood came the
Word,
As the original impulse
Was to hide
Behind an act. One can’t
Be a prophet or a god with-
Out a cover. Something to
Do
Till the word
Gets around—
So to speak—and as metal
Was not a thing for laymen
To play around with, it had
To be wood,
The only dry thing
That could catch
Fire, and lead—like the
Word—peoples, animals
And angels—off course,
Toward the light.
