Herdsmen

Can you take a person

inside your hands

and break him open,

rib by rib

and know everything

by eyeballing

the bulging mass

beneath his sternum?

Can you know the lust

turned “love” but always

cloaked and hiding,

shadowlike, not 

something to be eaten

without testing, first?

Can you say you lead

God’s people without

even knowing God’s

people and how their evil

leaves them pore by pore,

ever searching your own?

Remove the blinders,

your fear,

your love of money,

your diminishing god,

and keep eyes open

to Jehovah who’s

always thumbing 

the organ

you try to hide 

with your hands.