Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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