Poem #2,746 | & I saw Christ
& I saw Christ spread across
that begrimed rear window
of a tourist bus –
& he stared
up
[in his way] at God & was
not interested in us mortals
who stood in a loose queue
for a next
[late] time-tabled
lift from that sweaty village
down to cool coast-lines
[&
escape from altitude’s suck
of good air] –
We had seen a
lost civilisation’s remains &
climbed with modern men
up boot-worn steps to insta
heights –
wifi there for all &
sundry with smart phones –
we wanted down & out of it
now –
sweat ran into beads
on your back –
salt-kiss skin