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Friday, March 05, 2010

Bad Religion in Three Verses

i.
Trousers of pleated leaves
complete two stick-and-stone people.
Breathy commands won't
bring His Genesis to life.

ii.
Self-christened, this Christ
recruits brutish disciples
with dyspeptic acts.

iii.
Four points can guide her
across arid, bitter lands.
They can't lift her up.

6 comments:

The Scrybe said...

I found this deeply interesting, and engaging. Is there more to come? It feels as though I am being told something important, but the truth is just out of my reach. This self-christened Christ sounds like an unsavoury character.
And I love the hope in the final verse.

Francis Scudellari said...

These were three separate very short poems, each very loosely about religion. I lumped them together to see what connections they might make. I'm sure there will be more of the like to come, as it's a bit of a preoccupation.

Harlequin said...

these were intriguing in their connection as much as their verges.... I liked the sense of reach exceeding grasp, but the need for hope all the same...

also enjoyed the previous three posts...especially Flail... quite compelling.

Francis Scudellari said...

@Harlequin Thanks. It's really interesting to me what readers take away from these shorter pieces. I think of them as very abstract and a little dark, so I'm glad that feelings of hope sneak their way out of them.

human being said...

do we have good religion?

Francis Scudellari said...

We haven't found one yet, in my opinion, but I hold out hope.