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Crowds, by Mitchell Grabois


is surely the most compassionate religion
Here in my advanced old age 
I close my eyes
and the image of so many topless, full-breasted women
some with skin of azure
crowd my mind

and I try to parse it out—
are these temple images
or memories of women I have bedded?

Now if I were a Christian
all I would have would be
a stark image of a crucifixion
a man in agony
and the question would be:
Is that me
or Him?

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