Its grassy knolls the ridges
where the snow sits 
the words gather like
shoals of fish before 
darting for the surface

the normal time it takes to meditate
the vicious nature of the Christian faith
clouds slowly clearing off the mountain as
friendly knockings within his frame or 
a black art of management
prone
to rushes of blood to the head

when the time came to 
question his judgement his 
judgement had gone

there are only millions
the vicious nature of practitioners of the Xian faith
could only be expected
messing with the word
attacking the good book
burning the bush 
he leant down and bit him the witness said
he shook him like a dog