Mysterious Messenger #37 (Poetry Audio/Text)

She wants to know

what I have against Jesus.

I say, "nothing."

Jesus was an Indin

with a Vision

storytelling from campfire to campfire,

cherishing

the poor, desolate, downhearted

and dangerous…

He’d have felt at home on the Rez.

He saw truth in the land, breathed

gratefully, told great stories

and certainly would have opposed

Manifest Destiny.

"So why aren't you a Christian?"

Well, that's a European of a different color;

an arrogant offspring far removed from ancestors

blindly accepting the fanciful scribbles of

ignorant descendants,

filling the messenger's mouth with myth,

dressing him in foreign clothes,

worshiping him in temples where he would not walk,

using his name to justify the destruction

of nations, then

dedicating the blood to him.

Christianity is a mutant orphan

that does not know its parent,

recreating truth as it goes along,

deifying a visionary stripped of his message,

crucifying the world.

They've forgotten the message of that Sun Dancer, Jesus.

Like his bones,

there's nothing left of him today

but dry dust and mystery.

Still, mystery is enough for Sun Dancers, and somewhere

he's drumming with the Real People.