Jesus comes to kill scorpionsYoung Hispanic man
Name sewn into his shirt
It's not Jeez Us, he says, apologizing, annoyed
It's Hey Zeus
As if greeting the
God of sky
Father of thunder
Ruling Mount Olympus
Here to make insects bow down before him
Searching for Hera among housewives
He shuffles through the house
Aiming his burning staff at floor trim
Laying waste to all lower creatures
We consider him on Christmas
When Jeez Us seems more familiar
But less of a miracle
© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
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