Pendulum swings like a guillotine, scourged back and blood mouth
he hangs like perdition swiftly turning up roses to redemption, and
Pilate declares the Nazarene King of the Jews, and the bristle thorns
at his brow are pinpoints of stars in Vega, a swan, a dove, a dream.
Can’t you see how he hangs suspended, nails not enough to hold back
his ocean, and he walks on water, across the gap, into Hell, and he
thirsts for but only vinegar, sour wine at mouth as Joseph and the
Marys weep, Nicodemus caresses the Savior’s red toes and wishes
he were on the crucified slaughterboard instead of this sweet lamb.
Lamb turns to lion, the Sword of Damocles swiftly plunges into his
side, out comes milk and honey, out come manna and grapes, when
the Virgin clutched him to her breast, he was halfsick of the world,
just a bright eyed babe, and Christ wouldn’t latch, Christ didn’t want
milk but wonder, but she cradled him nonetheless, and her mercy
flowed and whetted his lips, that is what Mother Mary thinks: could
I but give him a bit of my marrow to stave off this pain! La Pieta
and the Magdalene lower him from the Cross, she will hold him to
her heart one last time, as Magdalene ever weeps at his feet, Joseph
and Nicodemus wipe away the gore, and it is silent in Golgotha, and
soon, he will arise from the Tomb to doubting disciples, but the
myrrhbearers believe, and Joseph believes, and Nicodemus believes,
witness, oh witness, while the twelve have fled and dead and betrayed.
Peter and Thomas and John and James, Judas swaying in a summer breeze.
Til the field of guts, til the olive grove, turn over a new leaf, in three days
time, sweet wine, sweet bread, sweet life eternal, then the Acts, then white
Ascension. These things are matters of the heart, and hearts are blind, only
feel. The pendulum swings, the dragon falls, the Lion of Judah roars: “I AM
KING.” And at the End of Days, seals unleashed, red bridle, swords at mouth.
Judgment comes to those who least expect it, but Binah flows, so best trim
your wicks, virgins, and ready the chamber for the Bridegroom. He awaits!