Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Border Radio

A great Christ rises over the mountains
Shining like a beacon, like a Coca-Cola machine
      in a filling station in the middle of the night
Beckoning, arms outstretched, come unto me
For nostrums, patent medicines, elixirs
Remedies, cures for all that ails you
Even salves and balms for where
        the nails went in
Essence of the root of forgiveness
          for the betrayer
Don't laugh; do you even know how a radio works?
And me all crippled up here
Between heaven and hell
Between w and x
Between science and magic
Between guns and the storm
Between the bend in the road and the border

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