you don't have to face it.

you can just fold fleshy time
into the space where you hurt kandace,
or into cracks in the pavement
hit it with drugs like round-up for god's good garden,
you don't have to face it

tell them your blood's black instead
of red,
do this by telling them your blood's still red--
oh what
did you ever
mean?

there was never a nuclear bomb to hide away
it started with just a rattling on the left axle
but you kept bailing out

you were never mister celebrity jesus
you were Himself,
but
you don't have to face it.