Assumption Crucifixion or Habeas Corpus

An aslant bleeding-sea hangs
On the wooden-pains, painted by
Whips, lashes, nails and betrayal !

Yet, wonders and admirations
Happen here, in life, in books and in movies
By mythologies and religions manipulations.

A dividing promise from the middle
Of a throbbing land mingles, climbs and pulls down
Even the blue prayer, peace and sleep of the sky
With the throbbing of billion-blind-followers
From A.D or Common Era ( C.E ) onwards.

Time to get Promethean Poetryshaped!

To loathe the fungal and the frugal findings
Of the judges of Nobel and Booker and Oscar,
Because, they always forget to cite him
For Peace and Fiction and Special Effects.

Behold!
A crucified white blood of man,
Murders his own death and sprints from the pain
Of the cross, every time when your prayers of sins,
Dramas, superstitions and indulgences suffocate

And buckle and pin on his peace.

Beloved end of pain or Death,
You are not what you are!

Ah, That too a resurrection?
Oh, That too a come and go?

The resurrected Friggatriskaideca night said : “But you
Can’t blame a super dimensional cosmo-
Nut with alien DNA.”

Oh, Greatest but faceless Guru
We walking-zoos, swimming-zoos
Flying-zoos and circling-zoos
Bury prime bleeding flowers at the loud altar
Of the hollow but taxing spirit praising you
Praying to or at an imagined version of you.

But, I can’t paint your real face
Because, I am neither 2016 years of age
Nor you appeared before me, so far.
I don’t know an asin or a worthy model-alive.

Ah, Da Vinci was fortunate but unjust to use
The same model for you and Judas as well.

But there is always a biggest difference
Between Jesus-model and model-Jesus
Painting thought and photo thought
Last supper and feast break-fast, hardware
And software, water-walking and walking-
Water, wine and fish-curry, so, long live

As a faceless Guru but forget not
To be a dividing but foolish lamb
Between God and Man
Or
Virtue and sin.

Amen to Past
Amen to Present
Amen to Peace
Amen to People

And

Amen to Planet.

Sanju Clement is a Promethean—poet—painter who hails from Kerala (India), land of gods, devils and monsoon too. His poetic and artistic invention is that he starts from the zonal heights of the light of Metaphorical Surrealism but he will land on the realistic feet of Metaphorical Realism, which truthfully mirrors in almost all of his poems and paintings. He is compiling his books of poesy on Love and Political/Protest poems. Read other articles by Sanju.