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