Credo quia absurdum.
Tertullian
Centuries before giving up, I installed myself
In great cathedrals and sacred places; inhaled
Incense that burned in the bodhisattvas’ clay cups,
And exhaled my ghost into the broken veil of faith –
Then purified in the Castalian Springs, my perception
Became flesh, a jeweled lamb in Galilee,
And appeared in Judea under banners of silver
And sapphires, yet found a banquet of humanity
Nothing more than bone, the Nazarene offering
A stale riddle and a thousand red thorns
As he opened his veins,
As we finally raised up again to see
A distant tree of snakes and shadows –
The Lamb hung by ropes of stone.
