I Saw Jesus by Christopher A. Lane

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I saw Jesus - the Christ - scampering through the shit-laden garbage down at the village dump, playing and laughing and searching with young eyes for gold:  a scrap of food, a piece of junk that someone might pay a few pennies for hungry as hell and rubbing his stomach, his bloated malnourished stomach like a pregnant woman on the legs of a crane, gathering cardboard for his bed, trash sacks for blankets, his teeth brown crusts in a mouth of chapped, bleeding lips he was throwing old diapers at his brother, his sister laughing and not minding the stench or the disease that was clamoring up his arms sweating in the afternoon sun and thinking of water and drinking from a tiny mud hole where the men like to piss.  I saw Jesus - the Christ - wearing pants he found swimming in the sewer runoff I saw him resting in the shade of a burned out shanty, kneeling in the mud to draw pictures with a bone.  And he said to tell you hello

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