King of Dags

Jesus is the man that smells like shit and ammonia
His skin oozes from open wounds the stench of desiccated blood
His hair is matted with saliva and mud
A figure that crudely reminds us of our neglect for neighbors
As well as our own poverty
His cheeks are delicate rose petals bruised by injustice
His garments are clouds that have crossed over the horizon
His heart a seed slagged by the roadside
His words the lavish splashes that rinse plates and cups
His eyes stained windows upon unrequited love
When was the last time you loved him or her
(the Jesus on the street, in the out of the way places your nation exploits and feeds off like a condor ravishing the disempowered in its greedy claws)?