Friday, March 30, 2018

Kit Kelen #819 - easter poem (if we can't laugh at Jesus, who will?)



819
easter poem
if we can't laugh at Jesus, who will?


this is the day on which
mind does the little miracle twist

this and then another
all to be better than good

then not so far to burn a witch
put infidel to sword

how many have come so far for love?
and cruelty exposed?

then poor boy, one of a horde, for king
some clever carpentry that

walks the water wine and fish
talks loaves so best to listen

here's your world upside down
rights itself in no time

with bishops out of catacombs
church in one hand

emperor to piss in pocket
so suffer the little children come fiddle

let's be bunnies hutch me
who'll lay a chocolate egg?

gimme a goddess all thighs to begin
evoke a forest, standing Spring

and kiss me in a garden, quick!
dad, whydya feed me to the lions?

better ask Eli
saxophone comes tumbling

it's Highway 61 here
this passes over my head

but goodness is all suffering
to get a life forever

it's never hard to imagine an end
but after?... that's the trick

a miracle of mind - belief!
you have to prove it with a priest

what's the thing that sets me free?
you really have to laugh

and anyway, today's no-miracle day
they're all before and more to come

the bloke doesn't even smile
produced a little tribe of pagans

He got it - the capital letter, stigmata
can't you at least be sad?

then not so far to burn a witch
put infidel to sword

how many have come so far for love?
and cruelty exposed?

I remember Good Friday when there was no fish
and we were reduced to chips

I see a shining glory now --
the miracle is belief

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