A Country Rag

Golden Calf

Here's an eye for your eye,
and a cheek that will not turn,
though the world does.
He is not the Messiah.
You believe the promised one
leads to rape and slaughter in his name,
blame his people for your crucifixions.
How brave to degrade carriers of seed!
What need have you for light on that night march
to fallow graves under heaven embodied?
Inherit the unchosen earth.
Happy birthday, Jesus.
You did the best you could.