he died so we could like

he sacrificed his forgettable existence for us so that we may like

achieving permanent stagnation in the wrinkles of an overstuffed crucifix

a lifetime of regret to save us an unworthy offering for an unworthy existence

his legacy of purposeless transactions driven into feet and hands and eyes by those of us who cared enough To realize he had been dead for years

we limply applaud his ascension joining clouds already bloated with pollution eager to shower our dying farms with moisture incapable of fulfillment

we hope he’ll rise again but know that he won’t maybe one day

we’ll be saviors too