I heard this presented by the poet. It was so beautiful. It is so beautiful.
He shocked the mannered
when he raised cups
with townies and let a long-haired lady
weep across his feet.
He angered the rich
when he said camels could pass
easier than they into heaven.
He cracked a whip and cash registers flew.
He crashed the market
when eighty pork bellies dove
over a cliff. A coin from a fish
paid his tax.
He infuriated the righteous
when he called a cheat down from a tree
and took him to dinner.
Blue-collared men walked off the job
to follow him.
He enraged the religious types
when he healed people on
his day off. He was kind to women and
said “there’s no marriage in heaven” so we could marry him.
For breaking the rules
we strung him high. But
like any man he just hung there.
As he died he cried
and sent a murderer to Paradise.
A few days passed and that strange man
came back. He rose from the dead
(or so some said)
so he could break one last rule:
He barged through heaven’s doors
made his Holy Father ours
and set the world aright.