I WAS ONCE DEAD TOO …

 

 

In a famous painting

of Christ nailed to

and crucified upon the cross

I am the watching

leper on the right.

And with my one good eye

I watch as Jesus dies

and screams up into

darkening sky asking

his father for a reason

Why?

And then, suddenly

as the clouds open up

and the rain begins

the Romans scatter like mice,

the water, burning off their

flesh like corrosive acid.

As I feel the wetness upon my

skin like the warmth of a beautiful woman

touching my face, I raise my

hands outward, and I am healed.

When a voice comes

which tells me I am now

the angel of death, and the

watcher in the eternity

that is time, wandering

the earth.

The screams of both Jesus,

and his murderers the Romans

now a distant sound & memory

in a world without messiahs

or miracles to amaze us.

Only questions

which remain unanswered.

 

~ R.M. ENGELHARDT