THE GRISLY CORPSE



    "As you can plainly see my friend
     I've just finished my new casting
     its my latest and greatest creation
     its the most sublime in suffering
     exquisitely wrought agony of the ecstasy
     of the calvary on the cross
     the world has ever seen


    "That's quite a mouthful";  I interject.


    "I hope
      (the person continues without pause)
       the Pope might want to use it
       for the papal personal staff



    "No kidding?
     And I thought it was just
     a particularly grotesque corpse
     made of metal
     dangling on a cross


    "Did the LORD pinch you
     on the cheek today?


    "You mean ... " (I gesture
     as if pinching the buns of a bottom)


     There is a clatter
     a piece of metal on the
     spare parts rack against a wall collapses
     falling through a few layers of overplus
     we both look to the noise.



     The person asks that question again,
     probing,
     one eye larger than the other from the mentals:
    "Did the LORD pinch you on the cheek today?"

    "I think someone did.
     When I first looked upon your
     grotesquerie on the cross
     HOLY COW  what a diabolical jolt!

    "You don't want to worship it then

    "Of course I don't want to worship it
     you think that's why I came here?

    (I turn, one heel squeeking
     against the machine shop cement
     and leave the metal smells
     the smoke, the dust sparkling in strays
     of rays splayed through the streaky windows
     leave the artisan to continue
     grunting and polishing
     mumbling and bolishing
     the fruits of such hideous labors)

    (Briefly I hold the all powerful Cube and Sphere of the
     Supreme Creators in consciousness
     almost instantly perceiving the avails
     in a re-stablization of a few particular
     frequencies back toward norm
     or at least
     back toward present tolerance levels
     as are currently operant on this planet
     at least as are currently operating
     through me on this planet
     given this planet's regressed conditions
     at this present flow change in time.
     And given the constraints and expansions
     in which I am presently functioning.
     Still some lower emotional
     contact levels to get rid of.
     But, I'm working on them
     all the time
     getting rid of junk
     experiencing more of the better moving in.
     Peace, Power, and Plenty in good movement
     through the soul matrix.
     And abundant joy in knowing
     that there is more to the
     whole of Creation than
     religious malpractices allow).

    (On the down side
     for the rest of the day
     innuendos of that religion keep
     creeping into my thoughts
     and perfuming my emotions.

     I know what it is.
     That person is venting their fury at me
     in their private thoughts
     because I didn't accept the stupidity
     of the grotesque crucifix and
     all that it implies.
     I don't know
     whatever had given that person the
     idea I had come to buy a crucifix.
     A complete opposite.
     I thought I had come
     to give the person information about the
     future of the planet.
     As you can see
     short circuits happen).

        (And that evening
         I get more from this thing
         I also have to contend with the artisan's
         personal bible study group
         saying a prayer for me.
         By this time I'm home at the cabin but
         physical disturbance isn't the problem
         the activities of the prayer group is.
         I swear, by all that is Perfect in Reality,
         that I don't need this kind of misguided static).
              (Ouch, I've just stubbed my toe
               against the edge of a table leg
               in the cabin.
               It was enough of a crank folding a toe
               to bring a tear to my eyes.
               I'll have to wisen up
               not let myself get so distracted.
               A half hour ago I spilled a box of
               shreddies on the floor.
               And before that knocked a cup of coffee over
               staining the corners of several new pages
               covered with quantum gravity
               mathematical equations for
               perfect eclipses involving
               venus, mercury, and mars.
               A creeping meatball is moving around
               in my environment.
               Just when it started I nearly cut my finger
               on a piece of glass
               because an empty peanut butter jar fell
               into the sink of soapy water unseen
               and got broken under the suds.
               Gotta be extra careful
               when these kind of vibes are ... getting in).



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  Greydon Moore