CHRISTMAS
AND EASTER POEM
The world's
report is blemish
upon the blemish that calls itself
"The World"
not tyranny of consciousness
rotting before it's ripe.
If the "Holy Innocents" had lived
most would have composed another
ugly mob. Some would have kept bees.
If Jesus had not been stoned to death
(or throttled by his disappointed followers,
or even crucified)
he might have saved the world by planting trees.
Another
robin
in my mousetrap:
few of us fail to give humanity
a bad name.