Wee Human Beasts

Here’s why the other human beasts abhor us.
It’s a common trait we have from common parents
so common we have other mannerisms
like war and murder our kind traces back
to when we were one family razing cane,
each of us thinking he or she is able
to get out after setting fires in stables.
We’re sure we prosper sponsoring insane
wars somewhere else, feel we evade the pack,
and packs of lies, and sponsored barbarisms,
each certain it’s the other who’s the tyrant,
and the only god’s the one who roots for us.

The Gardens near Waterwall Edge

Sometimes sounds soar up from earth through space
to the edge of Heaven that God has water-walled.
This morning’s listeners heard an old disgrace:
‘Kill a commie for Christ!’ fanatics bawled,
and Christ, for all His years, was still, appalled.
‘I preached and lived and died for peace and love
but people still graft talons on my dove.’

Shapes shifted in the gardens where He walked.
While some gave witness, others shied away,
too overcome by how raw evil stalked
this Christ who’d died for everyone one day
and everyday thereafter; saw him sway,
beseech some One, get answers that they lacked
the grace to hear yet. Watched His straightened back.

When He walked on, they started a debate.
For some this was Valhalla. One of them
suggested lightning should disintegrate
the criminals whose creeds brought pain to Him.
A painful silence. Finally the dim
as well as all the brighter understood
why He must suffer fools and knaves for good.

Not in His Name

The stupid Christians exile Jesu Cristo
because he’s strange-named, refugee, and Jewish
or was when he preached love, God’s rule, and peace though
they won’t admit to that. They go all shrewish
at the idea he’d want bigotry to cease. No
chance they’d follow him. His eyes weren’t blueish.

Wise Christians, there are many, hide in shame
at the evils that the dumb do ‘in His name’.