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EASTER POEM

Easter is upon us
read
the book “Zealot”, read the
Gnostic Gospels

watched J of N
on a streaming service
for the zillionth time
but did not
see this
sucker coming
(still see
myself as
the prodigal son)

and now
a tale of torture, agony
for all time
sweating blood there in
Gethsemane during
that ultimate dark night
body of
Christ itself
turned apocalyptic

tale of Paul and tale
of Mary Magdalen
tale of Crusades against
the other Abrahams

tale of
the energy in mass
released in microseconds
delivered on a platter
to vaporize
sacred sites

just
to list
evidence for
the case

that we
still
need
redemption

transcendence
of the brutal self

at least
for some peace, a modicum
at least
over this Easter

whilst I
amongst parable thorns
fallen on
stony ground
called
but not answering

flatly look forward to
spending this Easter
summoning up
ancient alchemists
of my
acquaintance

begging them
getting them
egging them on

to transform, transmogrify,
do their utmost
to achieve this

this bag
of Roman nails
simply
shuffle down
that table
before
my eyes become golden,
eclipse my eyes as solar spikes.