Jay Kophy
HAGIOGRAPHY
Bring me
to where
my blood runs
—Wanda Coleman
a half-baked body lying quietly on the ground
becomes evidence of the punishment of resistance
& we watch this still body. intently. as though it will
react to us making a memory of it
we don't mind the stench. we are used to death now
for what has history taught us
if not the many ways to rename blood
to replace loss with sacrifice
the price for this death is understanding
look at what you have made us into
even God. for a moment. questioned the purpose of blood
streaming out of a body when His son died
but maybe this is because He isn't from here
He isn't used to the stench of what He loves rotting in his hands
to say their name and taste absence instead of home
this home is a religion of hunger & dissolution
everyday we wake up is a resurrection. a disobedience of the daily ritual
hallelujah!
another messiah has been found lying quietly on the belly
of the earth. limbs arranged like he's resting on a cross
with a placard in his hands saying:
in my father's house are many mansions
and I am going to prepare a place for you