[Hey, don't think of the Messiah riding into Jerusalem, think of Balaam on his poor mistreated very clever ass!]
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Poor body little donkey
always has a soul
on her back that is heavy
and unwilling and unfaithful.
This soul wishes to be saved
from the body’s thrashings
and cries like David
for a set of wings.
But a body isn’t
like snake skin—
not a garment
to take off & put on.
Her nerves connect
to whatever transcendence
a soul can expect
to experience
and without her soul can have
no hope now or to come
of touching the hem of
this bliss he excludes her from.
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