Deep sea blues, I got the Dead on my mind
Christ walks on water but I drown, and when
he reaches out with lotus hands to lift me abreast
the crescendoing wave, I see scores of bodies below.
Two brothers born of light, one of lightning, one of sun.
Orion and Sirius biting in a swan song the necks of twins.
Raising legions and legends to fight their ego-trip of rivalry.
I say, put an end to the crown sought after by angel and immortal
alike, melt down the gold to make my throne, and I will seat an octopus
atop the celestial kingdom, branching vertebrae tangles like mermaid hair,
suckers of tentacles hooked into the brains of billions, dancing marionettes.
So sweet Savior, let's reunite Heaven and Hell, and kiss blues away, then sing
of a place where honeysuckle strangles and the figs bleed. Sickly sweet. At the
bottom of the sea is a treasure chest of Heaven's lost songs. Unlocking it takes my
heart, but I have always been a skeleton key, so come Hell or high water, I will be
undone.
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The Diary of Mary Magdalene: Poems from Christ's Wife
PoetryMary Magdalene writes on her love for Christ. And follows him to Hell. And back again. (A collection of poems, prayers, and meditations from the year I walked with the Lord.)
