Christ!
Your sacred heart
open to all
open
to:
sunburn
and scorn
and scuffing heels
and wagon wheels
and UV rays
and bullet strays
and twisting knives
and poisoned bribes
and feral dogs
and vicious blogs
and disrepair
and hateful stares
and frostbite wind
and corporate spin
and careless spills
and bilious wills
and steel-toed kicks
and pointed sticks
and acid rain
and scapegoat blame
Your sacred heart
out in open air
pounding like a carp
dragged off the bottom of a pond
Who will club you to breathless stillness?
Or who will cut the line
and throw you back,
barbed, bleeding
and triumphant?