hey mr. telephone man
I miss static on the line,
the fuzzy buzz distorting
words to something else
that could account for
my confusion — but now
all we get are drops &
clicks, words missed as
if never breathed into
existence, thoughts
aborted mid-sentence
when you meant what
you meant but I never
got the message & we
could blame T-Mobile
or Verizon but let's
blame God instead
because He's the prime
mover of this whole
mess since the beginning
was the Word & the Word
was made flesh & we are
but flesh & bone upon
bone hanging on every
breath waiting for meaning
to be made manifest.