anna kiss

In the Library

The man walks up,

takes his soap-box stance,

and rattles

and

about Jesus.

Jesus is manifested in this man rambling –

he is equating somehow the Word of the Lord

to CompuServe,

how I should have it –

the program of the Word in hypertext and spacelinks,

the bible

jettisoned through fiber optics

into the memory chip.

And I am wondering, Old Man,

how did you become this recurring dream to me,

Jesus in binary code,

seventy-eight years old

and arthritic?