Palm Sunday Was Years Ago

There goes Christ riding his donkey
back to Portugal with wooden breast
open meaning here in the real world
I’m the only one preaching corners
to children while the rivers rise faster
than the oceans & mountains collapse
onto cities they aren’t anywhere near
& just now the great plains overgrew
with volcanoes & the children watch
& make little puck faces so it seems
someone’s put pepper in the prayer
& it wasn’t me so I’d say it was Jesus
but he’s been gone too long for that.