Victor

Slender golden
Vicarious victor
In man's image
God shines
Bizzare upon heathen
And believer alike.

Brow beaten
Ugly wreath
I can sense
Ugly breath
Ugly wrath
I can hear
Ugly roars
Of Jubilant beasts.

While slender white
Beautiful flesh
A flower of mankind
Is crucified.

What wilts upon this cross?
So abject in dejection?
Who hides his wan face
So crestfallen?
Whose pallid lips have blood blooms deserted?
While roses of defeat secretes upon
Palms of pain?

Heinous murder
Of the Lamb of God,
I hear a murmur,
Of murder
Ancient ghosts in the air
And the depth of this
Poisoned Grail
Runs deep
Seeps within my blood
Mottled veins
Where music dreams...

...His prayer.

Forgive them
Who know not.
What They do.

Sweet sad words
Of absolution.
Strangest rejuvenation
Of men

My blood circling
Through the circas
Curdles...
I cannot see
This gentile
This heathen Philistine
This heart hardened
In a clench of steel
I cannot hear
The healing.

Tear Laden eyes
Heavy with dreams
Of dubious dutiful
Mankind.

(c) Amrita Valan 2017