Ripped Messiah
Easter reminds us we will stand again
Anastasia - dance card of the young
We wrinkled can’t relate or recall when
with brawn we pulled up from the bottom rung
Enough we don’t fall down. Now take your pills.
Live it all again? No fond desire.
What if the crucified on Calvary’s Hill
An old dude, carpenter ‘fore gospel fire
Made him shake his cane at those righteous swells
they killed him, leaving grandma, sad grandkids
weeping at his cross. Would sedate church bells
salute codger-messiah on the skids?
The Savior of the World he best be ripped
with tats, tall mohawk, ring in those big lips.
Copyright 2014 / Richard Baldwin Cook
Source:
DAD WAS TAKEN TO WATCH A LYNCHING
Occasional Poems
by
Richard Baldwin Cook
(Nativa, LLC, 2014)
Available at lulu.com
and elsewhere
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