Stigmatised -- JD Kruger, GLP4.

Stigmatised

Hanging from a cross

Jesus – we only need one Jew

Abracadabra – he is had

The goat is slain

And the Shepherd is saved –

Consecrated with a glass of red wine

The blood goes trickling down the wrists

A union of Heaven and Hell

Get in line, take a number

Christmas has come, the trinity is forged

But there shall be no more chambers

Of gas. The little ones shall cry

No more, Empty are the vessels

Of tomorrow’s song. At least, they are hopeful

For the sun. Shadow boxing, in a land

Full of apparitions. The twin towers

Have already fallen. There shall be no more

Violence in this land. Forsaken is their song –

The infidel is dreary of his war; Cain

Shall no longer betray his brother

And the winds shall speak the word.

And who shall cry for the Green Lion

When all is said and done

A wreath upon his grave

And flowers for his tome –

For works of majesty

And mastery of the arts

A claim for fame, if not for fortune

Wisdom of signs upon his dead brow

Cradled in his death’s embrace

No longer a pirate on these restless waves

Of disembodied poetics

Sending signals through the flames

Stealing from the bright-eyed soldiers

To make his life and death unique

A brother in arms, of infidels

The best and worst of his generation.

There is no more longing for embrace

Now that all men have seen his face

A shadow that comes and goes

Across all remote controlled stations

On the airwaves, now dead as Pound

Sheltered from the winds

By this clay and clammy earth –

He once was a player, whose worth

Was cast in this shadow show

And now his time has passed

His turn is coming fast

You’re my one and only fan

Just like gold in a sifting pan.

More for you and more for me

More for our forsaken liberty

Tripartite now, I know my cree

After placing democracy in jeopardy

Give me a line I can understand

Give me a foot, give me a hand

For stealing all the Jewels from beneath the sand

I could start a matching band.

Mercury heats and it dissolves

I pray to the Lord, that he absolves

Me from the crimes of mind and heart

That would be a beautiful start.