JUDAS: A BIOGRAPHY
You sported the silks that Christ never wore –
A svelte, scarlet tie for every white suit,
And pounded your Bible to press your points.
Your mouth crammed with fine words, you hymned sermons
That stirred poor folk to sign over welfare cheques.
When you paraded, macho, in tight jeans,
And strangled guitars, thin, nubile debs wept
And wrung their tear-soaked hair upon your feet.
Then, still greedy, you hawked dry snow – cocaine –
And gulled and pimped tender, small breasted-girls.
When Mary, your fine whore, quit you for Christ,
You raged: Blood beat in your skull like a drum.
You had Christ jailed, crowned with barbed-wire, shocked,
Then strung with piano wire from a lamppost.
You sported the silks that Christ never wore –
A svelte, scarlet tie for every white suit,
And pounded your Bible to press your points.
Your mouth crammed with fine words, you hymned sermons
That stirred poor folk to sign over welfare cheques.
When you paraded, macho, in tight jeans,
And strangled guitars, thin, nubile debs wept
And wrung their tear-soaked hair upon your feet.
Then, still greedy, you hawked dry snow – cocaine –
And gulled and pimped tender, small breasted-girls.
When Mary, your fine whore, quit you for Christ,
You raged: Blood beat in your skull like a drum.
You had Christ jailed, crowned with barbed-wire, shocked,
Then strung with piano wire from a lamppost.