Christ's Mass

He is the tar black shadow roiling in pitch darkness
He is coming, silently the serpent coiling toward us
He is squealing warning trills to Sinning Peoples
He is the newborn screaming through wrinkled red lips
He is exalted, He is exalted
and who were we to say?

who brought Him here, to what end?
what were we to do?

worship, worship, worship
holy of holies
King of King of Kings
like Solomon
or Herod

He approaches pacing pad-like all around us
He waits for tender flesh His saber teeth may slash
He watches cold and heartless with a glinting eye
He is the newborn retching into manger scenes
He is exalted, He is exalted
and who were we to know?

all Men are made of water
so let us pray to Women instead
for they are tree bark strong and iron fast