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LIKE A LOG

In those days He came down to earth.

We were panting from our thousand acrobatics

with the fire echoing our bovine groans.

We fell asleep

and didn’t even notice if the birth was normal.

But our heavy breath transformed the world

and made of us clay idols.

I can swear that at the last supper

we were not by the side or to the right

of whoever was there. We omitted

and denied nothing. We didn’t even kill

our thirst. Nor did we understand

and no one told us anything. It was already late

when we awoke that day.

And who could have known it is still too late.