For my English-speaking friends!
Translation by Sofia Kioroglou and Vincent Zepp
I SAW JESUS CHRIST AND I PRAISED HIM
standing there on the corner at Everest
passing a couple of times in front of me.
he wore a green t-shirt and a backpack on his shoulder.
tongues of fire in embers on his head
and no nepenthe for his pain.
I was sitting with my man on the bench.
what would he think
if i said
hey did you just see Christ?
He was thirsty in a way that said he didn’t have a place to sleep
it was Christ and I praised him ..
What if he didn’t have a home?