the unbreathed Word
is stillborn in the world
empty whistling nonsense

the unspoken Word
is deaf to the agonizing cries
of Everyman (EveryWoman)

the unacted Word
is entirely invisible
an unholy ghost

the Word for word’s sake
is a snake consuming itself
a gluttony of self-satisfaction

the Word dreams of flesh
and bridging heaven’s shores
to earth’s pale shadow of self
naked invader born in straw and shit
never stopping to hear himself speak
but plunging heart-first into shadows
setting creation ablaze with the cry –

“I AM MAKING ALL THINGS NEW”