Germophobic Jesus
 	dances oddly in sync
with the disturbed irrythmia
of a candleflame, while
 	pestilent Audience applauds
 	in time.
Germophobic Jesus
 	is high, not of Planet American
stenches, but a hermaphroditic
 	halo holding flavours of
vanillas and berries of mountain.
Where does he get the flame?