Malovelent Messiah

Behold the angry anthropoid
hear him bark and growl
see him dripping gobs of foam
from his unshaven jowl

Is his demeanor any less
than what a God's should be?
does he forego the priviledge
of dying to be free?

Does he forage history
for postulants who'll pray
to any shape that feeds their needs
and sings their pain away?

Or,  is his odd divinity
more rigid and unreal,
his unrelenting warlike words
too honest in their zeal?

Flaccid man-things call him Lord
and congregate within
their darkened dens of servitude
to worship and to sin

and all the wretched pestilence
he struggles to control
erupts with demon frenzy
from the Evil of his soul

C.  Lon  R.  Bruso