................The Agnostication Of The Pope...Part Lll Poem by elysabeth faslund

'The Lazarus Monologue'

Euphoria clouds lifted, folded, soothed...
I sang with eagles...they with me
in circling song harmony...
left earth's wailing,
sun dead sands.

Freedom.

Annointed, linened. Arms, hands, folded...
finality-stopped heart.
What joy I then knew!

Freedom.
My freedom.
By my
hand.

Bitter and sweet, the wine.
One clay cup portion...
potion.
Poison.

Drugged beginnings...suicide.
Before suicide was sin-pronounced.
Sin of mortality...
mortality of birth.

And was murdered with life.
Again.

Look no further than your fingernails, Pope.
Cleanse them of false scrolls...
And absolve the one who murdered
me....