If Christ Had A Face Like Ingrid Bergman... Poem by Charles Cross

If Christ had a face like Ingrid Bergman,
Along the harbor, billows from a sea of devotion,
Crash the shoreline with perfume and grace,
And Fortune captures her lovely face.

Bairns of a bas bleu, holy as the Holy Father,
Gather round the theater as it were a balefire,
And give praise to lipstick-stain'd glass
For adumbrated repose from a fair-faced lass.

Caliginous ails keep the callow shoes well-tied
And mercy at Humphrey's table. The pope says 'Hi.'
And is this the American Dream bloom'n from buds;
The masses purged, by a star, of ancient falsehoods?