APOCALYPSE
Prof. EUGENE D’VAZ
I saw four horses gallop
Gallop across the blue light.
The Son of Man
Picked up the thorny furze
Hardware merchants offered rusty old nails
For his date with destiny.
Come into my house for your crucifixion.
Foam from the wild horses
Reeled back into clouds
Touched crimson by a wounded sun.
I saw the Son of Man
Carry timber along the dusty streets
Searching for a place called Good Friday.
Come into my house for your crucifixion.
The horses tore at the nets
Spread dark across the blue light
They whinnied and pawed at the entanglement
The crude live mass cringed under their hoofs.
I saw the Son of Man
Pause for sometime on the highway
Golgotha was razed neat with concrete
Over which sped the cars of a new Caesar.
Come into my house for your crucifixion;
I can still hear the thud of the beams
Poppies nod along the grey highway.
Aeons open their eyes of sleep
Across the blue light
The horses pause foam dripping
From their dark lips.
Come into my house for your crucifixion.