Tomb Where Jesus Rots
© Surazeus
2025 12 11

Each time the door of our house opens wide
I feel the universe invade my heart,
so I step through its liminal divide
to leap across abyss of innocence
and stare at statues of people who wear
mask of god to prove they should be alive.

I hear gravelly voice of the old man,
who calls everyone he meets Mister Bones,
clatter loud as boulders of the landslide
that wipes empires off map of Wonderland
when he recites proverbs from holy books
that praise the man who shovels mud with pride.

The sturdy woman in torn peasant dress,
whose face shines gold as pumpkins at sunrise,
recites the alphabet with water voice
which sparks arousal of my hope to learn
secret code she recites to indicate
proper behavior for every event.

Sudden roar of demonic energy
startles me from tending my pumpkin patch
so I spin the circular multiverse
angled enough to see blur of wings
when the horseless carriage zooms past my field
and trundles over horizon of hope.

When golden stairway to Heaven beams down
through frantic storm clouds of urgent respect,
I kneel with brave expectancy of faith
and watch for Jesus in long fluttering robe
to float on vibrant wings of piety
with huge eyes of nuclear divinity.

Though I pray deep with calm solemnity
at vision of Heaven transforming Earth
from cluttered messy hell to paradise,
Jesus never appears in glorious blaze
long after darkness shrouds the world in gloom
so I hide shocked in the windowless room.

When Phoebus wakes at flash of ecstasy
from smoky ruins of my aching heart,
I channel spirit of harmonious Muse
to sing about the brave philosophers
who journey forth on quest of curious faith
to understand true nature of this Earth.

Lost in the endless maze of history,
I follow glowing light of wisdom close
that radiates from Lamp of Diogenes
to measure structure of this universe
and analyze physical states of being
when I explore from tomb where Jesus rots.

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Orpheus acts as tour guide for tourists from many countries as he shows them the tomb where Jesus lies as fragile skeleton of glass that waits for the day of resurrection that never comes.

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