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FIRE WITH FYRE: LAZARUS UNBOUND
Pilot Poem on Pontius Pilate
Episode One: HAUNTED BIRTHDAZE
...Multiple flashbacks--Lazarus, resisting the nascent cult
offering itself to his unwelcome charisma,
is sought by Pilate's wife--
under each other's spell they finally fall, a whirlwind,
reaped and again, sown...
--A cuckolded Pontius Pilate (unknowingly)
then receives the "unusual" son of Lazarus...as his own..
"Have thou nothing to do with that just man:
for I have suffered many things this day
in a dream because of him"...--Pilate's Wife (Matthew 27:19)
Conscious Pilate wet his hands.
His face went up in ripples
frowning over the basin scowling over the sink rubbing
palms till fragrance rose
in pink foam
about each wrist: well what did she think!?
that Rome could Tower on a foundation of silk & mercy?!
Let her turn from his touch then, gnawing the name
of that imagined flower in her sleep
"Azaris, come forth! O look Azaris everywhere!"
all: over this soft-spined fable of a would-be Jewish King who
stands here without a sound or a mindful look
...who stood there not saying a thing...
Cool, distant these past months
she would be cold indeed tonight, their anniversary...
Attendants towelled his hands and Pilate further
Empires press hard by definition--crush ahead
whether Babylon or Egypt or Rome...
pressure greets progress from the grave up--a measure of bloodshed
greases the underbelly--allowing history's grander scale,
like it or not.
And since when was Power for the Squeamish?
Order is its own reward, a delicate issue
assured on a compost of fatal suffering--the imperial flower
holds its bloom in a telling soil of examples!
ALL need to see and know: seditious hallucinations
are drastically "discouraged"...the more mnemonic the agony
the better then. Vivid spectacles of conviction, slow death~
crucifixions & so forth...stem the rabble and stay the course.
When such nerve fails, the end is near.
Mortal Fear. The House Stands for it, by it, of it:
preserved with all due force, Order prevails
Order is Good, the House Stands.
Consumed in thorns, true to form,
Rome was a Black Rose.
Pilate grimaced & turned as the lashes fell
and fell, like blinks at something in the eye
of a Storm.
The sky itself bruising now. Rain soon, or heat lightning.
A few hours would tell.
But this hardly seemed a reason to recall the odd thing Herod said
about the baptist, the mad hermit, "John" the Baptist
yes--"a look grim with awe, as if his head fell away of seeing God"
And he knew and cursed his knowing so well
too much of how it was
that his wife tonight would suffer
neither the passion of his explanation
nor bear the patience of his tenderest touch.
She would carry an impossible child from that day
conceiving a visage of stillbirth
building under a caul
the eleven-fingered mystery of a son
Truth Proves The Heresy Of The Dogma
And Providence Loves Irony...
With the Extra Finger
his son will become a lyre prodigy;
he will never know his father alive,
and life will flash 'inside-out'
when death comes for Lazarus by water...