I thought I saw Jesus shirtless and
sweaty today,
and I thought, what of the bodily functions of the divine?
That sort of thing really stinks of decay.

He ran right into the street, into a car;
I saw him ricochet,
but he stood up, raised a hand. “I'm okay, I'm fine.”
I thought I saw Jesus shirtless and
sweaty today.

It probably wasn't Jesus, but I've gotta say
I thought I felt a psalm burning down
my spine.
That sort of thing really stinks of decay.

People gaped at him from windows of
their cafés;
maybe they thought their espressos would turn to wine.
I thought I saw Jesus shirtless and
sweaty today.

You can walk on water, but concrete
gives way.
Son, this isn't the higher place. This is the High Line.
I thought I saw Jesus shirtless and
sweaty today.
That sort of thing really stinks of decay.