Is a problem of how to go on.

In the jetbridge at Galeão
a termite tunnel of rainbows.

The business of all the energies

is ecumenical if not Catholic
opens its arms Christlike

to the multitudes. This Christ

of the light switch whose arms
are a bosom not a challenge

to the oil platform, the LNG tanker,

the solar panels prisming the wilderness,
the technicolor pinwheels

coptered by the wind. This is not the Christ

who rears rigid over the scattered stalks
& aphids of the city like an assistant principal

nor merely the one counterfeited in the name of

primitive accumulation but He
who opens up for us the last tabernacles of the earth

lets us imbibe of its old sundered bodies’ tuile and wine.

—Chris Vasantkumar

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