The Second Going

[fim]

"The Second Going"

Who tortured the Rabbi,
Milked, then bled the Lamb,
And passed the scepter to high -
Hatted grifters?

Just a turning world,
Half-lifed into
An etherized coma.
Ectopic hearts beat
In a gangrenous body.

There's dope in the cathedral.
There's tears on Herod's Wall.
Hijabs muzzle double-tongued
Angels, Ravi Shankar played
The hippies' ball.

Vultures come to gnarl
On the morbidity of faith,
Filling their gizzards
With apocalyptic horsemen.
The moral compass spins
Like a propellor, until
It flies into orbit.

No more free men in Paris.
No more mistletoe.
When you ask for change
You have to buy the app.

Vistaldust,
This is the deepest, most metaphorically dense poem that I have ever thought I (might) understand ... and I love it. I particularly admire the flow, development and coherence of your assertion ... for lack of a better word. I don't understand some of the metaphor (that is me not you) and that might be why I like it so much ... I don't understand some of it but (I think) I get the message. I will pray for you. Just joking. But maybe, just maybe, we are in need of prayer.