You are
the twenty-seventh
coming of the Christ.
No one prophesied it.
Unlooked for
you quietly do good.
You learned your lesson
the first time
and do not antagonize
the church into seeking
a political remedy
for your anti-establishment leanings.
You wish to be
under social media’s radar
not particularly desiring
the world to appreciate reincarnation
or that there are
more than second chances.
This go-round
you present yourself
as non-binary
but continue to live and teach
the Golden Rule
and its platinum variations.
I am saddened that something happens
each time you turn thirty-three.
A car accident.
A drive-by shooting.
Some cross or another
to come down from.
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