So I drove up to Dayton today to pick up my sister. It’s strange—being in or near airports instills feelings of solitude for me. Loneliness. But, this is a good loneliness. It’s a satisfying loneliness; it’s like all my problems fade. Anyway, on the way up, we passed the “touchdown jesus” statue—a giant statue of the top 1/3 of Jesus, holding his hands up to the sky. I’m convinced the place is a cult, but that’s another story. For some reason, this came out after passing it:
well there’s a giant jesus
by the side of the road
grabbing for the sky
and he’s been told
to hold
his hands
high
well there’s a giant jesus
with stony eyes
and thorny crown
and he’s been made
to save and never
let his guard
down
well there’s a giant jesus
he wonders and stares
he is warm and silent
but his creators made
his figure
cold and violent
