Circumcision

he thought to be circumcised:

a little skin, a little pain

a little while to rest

be off his feet and on again

about the normalcy of life.

but on a spur of inspiration

he gathered words of Paul to himself

who cursed mere cutting of flesh

as a MasterCard into the Pearly Gates.

he thought circumcision again 

of spilt blood o'er the Earth

drip-droppin' 'pon ev'ry human head

cutting through the sinews of hearts.

to retrieve his Three-Three-percent

and give his all-percent;

rip the veil from his past

and plunge again in the Bath:

stirred Paulish passions in his depths

visions of risings prodding him to rise

to herald like a megaphone-fire

a tongue whirling, full of Wind

and foolish fumings of evangelists

a confessional witness to Christ

with discarded skin and piddling pain

and lots of bloody sweat.