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CONNECTIVITY

A huge ball of twine turns to bread

and feeds the five thousand, Jesus unrolling it

and watching the sky for signs.

In the church on the hill someone has lost

the thread

of her devotion while underground

the minotaur sings sadly of a boy

strung out, lost in the maze

of shopping carts and limited offers

and girls undressed, the gold filigree

of youth lying

all about them, worshippers

filing past whatever follows something thin

and pale, amazed, loaves and fishes

and twine if you have it.

Let those who hunger stretch forth

their hands, all right?

Let something come to show

whose world [is this?]

and which thread is more miraculous

than dust.

Bright red. Blue. Something heavy

near your heart as Christ stands

on the hillside of empty baskets, fish-bone trash

and crusts of rye, immense cat’s cradle

above him in the sky.