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-> easter 96 edition <-
04-04-96 - ray heinrich
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it's easter again and that means it's time for a special
edition filled with nothing but easter poems:
< making bread >
in bethlehem
the house of bread
the wheat-christ sprouts
and as he grows
we nourish him
then with the harvest
comes his sacrifice
and as we mourn
his passing into bread
he rises
sprouts again
on easter day
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< sub commander bunny >
The easter bunny is coming
at full flank speed
to deliver
torpedoes of eggs
to our baskets of love
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< the easter >
the easter
is a place in hearts
used to sell chocolate eggs
and the hopes
of a good TV show
the easter
where somebody dies
and somebody else
tells you it's jesus
one easter
i was visiting
a friend's church
and as i was trying
to find a numbered hymn
i looked up
and saw the shadow of a face
moving
across the stained glass windows
me
the atheist
visiting a church
sees christ
rising
smiling at me
he must've been joking
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< home-made just tastes better >
who would you have more respect for?
someone
manufactured by an all-powerful god
or
someone
industrious and creative enough
to make their own?
i mean
if you're an all-powerful god
it's easy to make anything
even a ten-foot-long
talking hot-dog
besides
people need their own gods
would you really want the same god
as jesse helms?
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< christ / bunny >
would it be
a different world
if christ
were busy laying eggs
while the bunny
was bound, crucified
dying for our sins?
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< baby blue baby easter chickens >
it's easter
and i'm in a motel making a list
looking through the bible
in my room
picking pages
keeping count
trying to decide
how this god
could trust me
or those yellow flowers
the yellow flowers that grow everywhere
that fall sometimes
fall in the wind
and cover us
it's 3am
and i am close to revelation
close
to finishing your blood
finishing
the cheapest wine that i could find
and i remember
baby chickens
blue and green and pink
cheeping and running
in a store in baytown, texas
and wondering
how the sleeping ones could stay asleep
while the others
ran over them
from side to side
again and again
those baby blue
baby easter chickens
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< new cross >
you showed me
your new cross
i didn't believe
that you saw jesus on it
fixed to the smooth gold
in obligation and in pain
he was naked
there was no cloth
his penis white with the cold
his vagina bleeding tears
where is my faith
that i cannot believe
that on a cross
pressed against your skin
jesus could suffer
and be denied?
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< easter again >
you are cleaning
the office
and your spanish
is slow enough
tonight
i overhear you say
"they never found
the body"
as you empty
the wastebasket
your crucifix
hangs away from your neck
it's easter again
in el salvador
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< sometimes on easter, i turn catholic >
the light that shines
through a cloud
when in a cloud
is even
near the top
close to the sun
as bright
as it is even
the cloud here
is without sin
and sings to me
in latin
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THE END
(unless you missed this easter poem
which was in the last word biscuit):
< another god-damned easter poem >
most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the proverbial street
and ask either of us this question
and get a reply like you'd expect
from nazis at nuremburg
or commies before HUAC
or some poor queer bastard
needing a break from a judge of 85 who knows
this pervert should be damned
i can't help any of this
i tell myself i got to take a shower
and wash all this off for an hour or two
wash the sins like the girl called christ
(she was in drag)
that died
or didn't
a few days from now
i have no idea what to make of all that
these people come to my door
and tell me one thing
and after 3am on TV
some other people tell me ten other things
but all of them
want me to send my money
where can i find christ
so i can give it directly to him?
will it burn my hands when i do this?
will i perish in fire for some vile perversion
that i forgot about?
or will i be forgiven?
i really need to be forgiven
like everyone i know needs to be forgiven
for watching the starving people on TV
for truely feeling compassion
for about 15 seconds
till the next commercial tells me
to buy corn chips
and I WILL
oh god i promise I WILL
buy them
and eat each one savoring it
as it changes to YOU my CHRIST
changes on this EASTER of remembrance
changes to the flesh of the flesh i am eating
and grows large in me
i sometimes think of the child i am to bear
of my mother telling me
i could never do this because i was a boy
but i never could believe her
and i refuse to this day
i will become large with my savior
i will give birth to some salvation
and the truth that has always escaped me
shall be evident to this child
which i will press from me
in pain and victory
like the rock
upon which all that follows will be built
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(oh, and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich)
THE END
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