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In 1973, Jesus Christ
Was born in Delanco, NJ.
He went to public school,
enjoyed music:
New Order and Bruce Springsteen –
Lovely local flair
And the malaise felt by his generation.

He got a gig on MTV,
Changed the whole scene, man:
Jesus Killed The Radio Star –
Shoegaze pop and the Good Word
Brought down the Berlin Wall –
He was at Bill’s victory party in ‘92
But not ’96.

He moved to late night on NBC,
tied for Time’s “Man of the Year”
with two other guys.

I met him in a bar late last year,
newly legal, wanting to celebrate:
He was in the corner on his own,
doing last week’s crosswords.
I asked if he’d like a drink,
He said the wine list wasn’t great,
so we shared some vintage Glenfiddich:

“I never figured you for a drinker…”
“It came with the territory.”
It doesn’t matter who you are,
The son will never please the father:
Jesus Christ, hope of millions,
hadn’t called home in twenty years:
“Tomorrow, I shall die, unfulfilled.”

It was the cleaner who found him,
on the hardwood floor, flanked
by his two pet retrievers, ever faithful.
She said a prayer in Portugese, and called
The New York Post:
PERSONALITY DEAD, DOGS MURDERED?

He was buried in Asbury Cemetery,
A grey rain fell on the procession.
Bruce made an appearance, as requested:
“We Shall Overcome” and “My City of Ruin”
In the name of the Father
(Who could not attend due to a business engagement)
the Mother
(estranged)
and the E Street Band.