Are You Home, Jesus?

Are you home swelling merry in welling eyes

Just to bless the purple feathers

Not spelling more doom for the all fluttering souls?

Out of the window

Into the unwatching darkness

I see you, your very face

Not more than a just straight human life

Strangled and crucified, unarmed

In booming light of the last supper in the Holy Grail

The crossbone faces of Judas

Grimacing you and all in lethal wizardry

Undoing the light left undone by you

Let me give you words

I will sing merry in welling eyes, too

I will wear my demasked faces

In dashing light, yet unborn to measure you

To unburn the unholy marble embers

Of graying darkness, thickening through the winds

In macabre peace of violence, oh my Jesus

Let there be light, Jesus

Let there be true light in darkness

Are you listening, oh my Jesus

Are you home? Are you listening?