Easter '13

it comes 'round with cherry blossoms
a naked young man impaled on a cross
eros and thanatos like sweat glands
blood dripping from his punctured side
and all the absurdity of rabbits and eggs
birth and death and uncomprehending ears
poking up to hear the hymns of sorrow sin
and loss and regain as if it is all one mad
dream with you pinching my nipples at
last at last opening your mouth to me
I thanatos and you eros dripping sensuality
more fragrance and smell filling me with you
as Jesus dies and doesn't die and flies away 
to the make-believe world of two billion dollar
Popes and capitalism being spelled
c-h-r-i-s-t-i-a-n-i-t-y
until the winter fires and burning heretics
leave us alone and we make our own
sweet bitter equinox

Jack ---Easter 13