LAZARUS IN MEXICO CITY

Lazarus in Mexico City

With mine eyes I saw him rise,

Youth of bitter winters wise.

On hidden Hamburg street,

Recalled the sheist.

Pouring out his soul

-he had a few for a price-

In that cold calabozo

called the Legion of Christ-

“Blue murder!”, no one heard,

Demons get inside your head.

Under guise of spiritual guides,

Empty out your inner sides.

Double-guessing very self,

Whence to hide upon a shelf,

For future never use

-Cruel abuse!

Halls of mirrors strolling,

Mind was not his own

“You are doing Gods Holy Will,”

In a world of upside down.

Dazzled by opacity,

They had siphoned off his brain.

-A game within a game-

All in Christ’s Holy Name.

Guru’s little tin soldiers,

Brood of pedophile wiles,

Full of sweet-charm phrases,

Confusing gullible child.

Human exorcising kindness,

-Warmth of mother’s womb-

Batted demons fly

That slowly-opened tomb.

Casting off the slough

Of false and famished years,

On new-born baby brow,

Well gentle up joy tears.

Lazarus came forth

In that small boutique hotel,

Where he had come in hope

To seek reprieve from hell.

Jpl May-June 2018: Mexico City-La Antigua-Arlington, VA