Another Comedy for the Logos

And there was my heart

On that sleeve drenched in blood,

Squeezed to the last drop,

Trampled, and pressed in the mud.

The chalice was raised;

“Take drink!” They all said.

Whence my tongue rejected it,

They cried, “Lie, thee, with the dead!”

     And you’ll paint a pretty heaven

     And turn mortals into gods

     While you stand and watch me burn

     Amidst complacent nods.

     You place filthy hands

     On my emaciated back.

     I’ll be what I will be

     When, alas, you paint me black!

And I sank into my skin

As you ripped out my tongue.

“It’s for your own good,”

Was the song to be sung.

And, oh, they stoked the fire

To set the demons free;

Led by the shackles

Of their mental slavery.

     And you’ll paint a pretty heaven

     And turn mortals into gods

     While you stand and watch me burn

     Amidst complacent nods.

     You place filthy hands

     On my emaciated back.

     I’ll be what I will be

     When, alas, you paint me black!

Upward, I looked;

Eternal Sea called my name.

“Free indeed,” I shouted

As body caved to flame.

Black smoke filled the sky;

Gravity tugged on the ashes.

The sacrifice was made

For the perpetuity of the masses.