EASTER POEM

EASTER POEM

despite the presumed blasphemy
sending the Sadducees
into the Mother of all spins

he did not deserve that
enemy of the State
spectacle of completeness
in both power and extinction

for what danger ultimately,
were you to Rome

history would show
you were
a great fit
for each other
the helping hand by
which all things dovetail
all is reconciled

and
    yet

that time under the flail, feeling
the nails
     the body crushing itself
under it’s own weight
and death
       the luxury that poverty
might long for, slavery absolutely
craves

foundation of power
too integral to be
profferred freely

having to be
teased out as only torture can

that time upon the cross
when first we heard
from those who
saw
   at the moment of
expiration, time itself gone
beginning of beginning
ending of  ending