Sunday Morning Series- 4: Roast Lamb of God
by Gary Hardaway
Christianity's a feast.
Pollyanna wanna cracker? Wine
to wash that broken Body down?
Reenact the Galilean's final Pesach. Pass
over the line between ethereal
and corporeal. Squeeze the Word into Flesh
then skewer it. Poke it to see
if it's done. Blood and water.
Water into wine. This Friday's good.
A little wine for thy stomach's sake?
Don't let this cup pass. Sip, Elijah, sip.
Next year, in Jerusalem!
good one!*
Oy! Jerusalem!
Beboppa loo, doobie doobie doo... *
Thanks, everyone. I appreciate the readings.
Blasphabulous!
what Fred said*
*very* well written.
Liking this series. A bit of a worry, though...
:)
The poet should know it if anybody does. *
I am grateful for the kind attention and commentary, Fred, Jane, P.I., Sally, and J. Mykell.
It's done. "This Friday's good." Like that.*
If not already, you have now no doubt sealed your soul's unholy fate.*
Ooh. Wow. *
First one of this series I've stumbled upon (and my first comment on Fictionaut ever, as it happens). Great stuff. Consistently great wordplay that creates a brilliantly subversive faux-grandiose tone. Really excellent match of form and content.
Thank you, Charles.