Jesus Christ …
and the great rip-off.
It was Judas, that zealot of rebellion,
the policeman, the soldier, the politician,
and them preachers of religion,
who put Jesus Christ in his grave.
From the front door
of Hotel Roma Sacre-Coeur
1891 Paul Gauguin leaves France for Tahiti.
Six long weeks
roaming the dry crust
of a sun burnt wilderness.
Nothing but rocks and red dust.
The hot desert winds
that flay the skin
… now murmuring,
with words broken
of souls lost and forsaken.
Best I finally surrender
upon this alien terrain
the haunted trauma
of a time I’ve tried in vain
. . . to never remember.
Let me take you down . . .
’cause we’re going to Temple Nepal
“The voice of your brother’s blood
Is crying to me from the ground.”
Artwork: David B. Redpath ©2019