Whited Sepulchres | Jessica Lawrence
The so-called Pharisee
is a concocted enemy,
a distraction from tyranny;
while Romans nail hands
to wood, whistle while
they mortar the joint
and thousands crucified
line the roads emitting
stereophonic screams of
agony, the Pharisee bears the
ignominy.
As Caesar picks his
victims for burning or scouring,
consumption by beasts who
are starving, devouring
limbs and ribs and brain
like beef for the carving,
while human marrow is
ice-cream licked between
lion lips, it’s the Pharisee
found guilty, providing an
outlet for the masses misery.
Not the warlord's iron fist
over Europe’s peasantry and
enforced Illiteracy but
the Pharisee, maligned
Judas-demon whose dartboard
face became the shield-rallying
war cry of Christianity.
Morphed into Shylock,
bedrock of Nazi pedagogy
etching each Jewish face
with a Pharisee grin
like the naked
Emperor’s clothes
etched on naked skin;
now cross-nailed
to anti-Israel ideology,
the banner resurrected
from its lair; the crusader
flag flies again.
Masses march
in the streets, chanting
PC anti-Israel tweets.
As Germans seemed
to themselves redeemed
so the Israel hating rabble
feel. Jew-rusalem is
a censured legacy,
a politically incorrect heresy
which to admit stirs acrimony
bitter as the herbs
we eat to remember
our slavery and
"Remember our slavery!"
In each generation
new ways and reasons
for Israel hatred are
constructed by innovative
rationalities; the beloved
Zeitgeist of the ages contorting
ploughshares into swords
while chanting slogans of peace
and harmony.
To force the Israelite to
profess anti-Pharisee ideology
and self-immolate politically,
ignites applause like
being strangled at the stake
was considered a leniency.
A rite of purity!
White waxed mouths
spout parables of sepulchres,
decant dogma with bone
gnawing compulsivity and postulate
about the thinking of a Pharisee.
Meanwhile, the cacophony of
burning flesh and miles of aisles
of hands on wood, nailed to
stereophonic cries of agony.
The so-called Pharisee
is a concocted enemy,
a distraction from tyranny;
while Romans nail hands
to wood, whistle while
they mortar the joint
and thousands crucified
line the roads emitting
stereophonic screams of
agony, the Pharisee bears the
ignominy.
As Caesar picks his
victims for burning or scouring,
consumption by beasts who
are starving, devouring
limbs and ribs and brain
like beef for the carving,
while human marrow is
ice-cream licked between
lion lips, it’s the Pharisee
found guilty, providing an
outlet for the masses misery.
Not the warlord's iron fist
over Europe’s peasantry and
enforced Illiteracy but
the Pharisee, maligned
Judas-demon whose dartboard
face became the shield-rallying
war cry of Christianity.
Morphed into Shylock,
bedrock of Nazi pedagogy
etching each Jewish face
with a Pharisee grin
like the naked
Emperor’s clothes
etched on naked skin;
now cross-nailed
to anti-Israel ideology,
the banner resurrected
from its lair; the crusader
flag flies again.
Masses march
in the streets, chanting
PC anti-Israel tweets.
As Germans seemed
to themselves redeemed
so the Israel hating rabble
feel. Jew-rusalem is
a censured legacy,
a politically incorrect heresy
which to admit stirs acrimony
bitter as the herbs
we eat to remember
our slavery and
"Remember our slavery!"
In each generation
new ways and reasons
for Israel hatred are
constructed by innovative
rationalities; the beloved
Zeitgeist of the ages contorting
ploughshares into swords
while chanting slogans of peace
and harmony.
To force the Israelite to
profess anti-Pharisee ideology
and self-immolate politically,
ignites applause like
being strangled at the stake
was considered a leniency.
A rite of purity!
White waxed mouths
spout parables of sepulchres,
decant dogma with bone
gnawing compulsivity and postulate
about the thinking of a Pharisee.
Meanwhile, the cacophony of
burning flesh and miles of aisles
of hands on wood, nailed to
stereophonic cries of agony.