Tilt City

i can see Jesus trying to reach the citizen caught up in the riot plumes of tear gas whirling around living grace somebody spray painting a slogan across his scarred back he's taken a rock to the head rises to his feet again and again staggers into rat faced alley to catch his precious breath a red-eyed bum dabs the blood from his comforting lips wading back into the ignited states of.... finally reaching the baton line pinballed between chestnut colored riot horses i lose sight of holiness rubber bullets and flash bombs rattle the soul of a city on tilt