The Second Going

[Brownlie]

"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.

I'm with Billy on a lot of his points, there is some compelling symbolism in the poem but I am left a bit confused, that means you are either much smarter than me or you need to work on clarity. Just my opinion, I found the work compelling.