This unlikely tomb
    this once plundered vault
    this meager poke of broken power
    this moldy hole in the foothills
    of Zion and of the soul
    this piddling down to fissure and fault
    this dry womb
    delivered us the earth angel
    Jes-us
    just like us
    only wanting out more than in
    yet staying there long enough
    to cup one last beatitude
    for those in ruin
    and touch the souls of hell’s angels
    on his way here.