The kicker is, suppose Jesus
wasn’t the son of God after all
-Sorry folks, our mistake- he was
just a young Rabbi, and upstart
full of spunk and speculation,
Trickster stretches the moment
and charismatic also comes to mind.
He says.
Now suppose he didn’t want to be
the Idol, King of the Jews and all,
or give cause for worship and prayer
and praise to the father, the son
or wars called forth in his name.
Suppose there never was this ghost,
I see it coming
just me
he says,
and an open window.
(Previously published in The Poetry Victims)
Sunday, March 09, 2008
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