Six thousand years, this body remains
As one, unchanged. The love that bound
Isaac, left a bloodied ewe on the altar,
and so bound the parts to one body.
The covenant of love reigning in the land,
Forged of the same love that bound Israel,
Burned Egypt and razed Constantinople.
This body moves with that same zeal.
God is at its head, and God is love.
To love is His greatest commandment,
But love is old. Love once crucified.
This body is old enough to remember.
My body too is old. It remembers.
Love is at my head, you on the altar.
I often forget about things
like Pogs and God,
both fads of mine, you see.