Crucified Clown Poem by Farshid Rezaee

Crucified Clown



Blue velvet caged
Behind rusty bars.
Soul within chars.
Fervent flames raged.

Mighty door creaked
Black-veiled phantoms
Chanting the anthems
Thus the dusts freaked.

All the phantoms read
The holy pages.
The pious sages
For repentance plead.

Life’s last drops
Time’s burning tears.
Soaked deep in fears,
Crushed by crops,

The soul crumples.
Satan’s oracle
Tempting manacle
On heart tramples.

Towers of flesh
Drag my weary bones
As the axe-man hones
His blade afresh

Heard the Devil’s voice:
“Crimson Cross! ”
My dice to toss
Fate’s generous choice!

“Kneel by the altar
Take my rosary
Or God’s pillory
You have to falter? ”

Succumbing feet tread
On scaffold’s heart
As the moments part
What’s there that they dread?

Nails of Divine Love
Prick my palms
Grope for balms
Wails a benign dove

Mocking herd of sheep
Ignorant vultures
The gaze tortures
The wound doth weep.

The Fallen Prince
Roars with laughter:
“The hereafter! ? !
Who else to convince? ”

“O thou Holy, hark
The Forsaken Son
Has thy Father won? ”
All the rest is dark…?

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