I Could Not Make A Better Passion Play For The Animals Poem by Raj Dronamraju

What kind of life experiences must the subject have had for what he knows of his fellow creatures to be that much more
To contain that much more insight
Long nights slaving over an all-encompassing fiction that will provide for your needs and your fears equally
Drafting a vehicle, a god/man hybrid, who can hold all your bad choices, your negative character flaws

Let the denominations make their own decisions
How they view the idea of an emissary as son or as creator himself
Daydreaming crucifixion scenes in eighth grade physical education
Crucifixion scenes hot and heavy for an oversized ego
Every Sunday he will rise from the dead and then we'll go to brunch

He'll shoot down these archaic enslaving shibboleths
Provide a mongoose theology matching up against your king cobra apostasy
Beating that insufferable diety against a hard stone surface

And afterwards he will testify to those who are still hanging around

I spent days thinking about you
Trying to convince myself of your existence so I could convince others of the same
I hooted, hollered, screamed, barked so the animals would understand me
They in turn asked me if my parents had any children that lived and vanished into the landscape