Blue-eyed Jesus

Don’t need no blue-eyed Jesus
Don’t need no holy boss
Don’t need no Max Von Sydow
Hanging from a plywood cross.

Keep your protestant Christ
Played by Aryan men who are tall and fair
Blue-eyed, blond hair
Dispensing platitudes of peace
As they hang there
On a perfect King James Version cross.

The Incarnation
Knocked out by a new class of scholars and translators
Making a buck, joining the Writer’s Guild,
Working for Mel Gibson.

Gimme the short little guy
Who worked with his hands and hardly got by
Who discovered that stand-up gig
And got free meals
And hung out with cool guys
And fast chicks,
The guy who got in trouble and didn’t get away with it, but maybe could have.

© R. Scardino
9/27/07