MAN is not quite a man
unless he has his pure moments, when he is
surpassing.
I saw an
angry Italian seize an irritating little official by the
throat
and all but
squeeze the life out of him:
and Jesus himself could not have denied that at
that moment
the
angry man
was a god,
in godliness pure as Christ, beautiful
but perhaps Ashtaroth, perhaps Siva, perhaps
Huitzilopochtli
with
the dark and gleaming beauty of the messageless gods.