I must die tomorrow - a poem by Chris Zachariou

My love for The Son of Man and Christianity as a way of life is infinite, however, I find it impossible to believe in a metaphysical world.

This poem is my own personal view of God, Jesus, and Mary Magdalene. Please do not continue reading if you are easily offended or intolerant of other peoples' views.

This poem is largely inspired by the novel 'The Last Temptation of Christ' by Nikos Kazantzakis.

Death on the Hill

Lover of the wife;
father of the child;
seducer of the bride.

All my life, you tortured me.
The father I love, you crippled.
Now he splutters in the corner—
a voice without words.

When I was a child,
I asked you for a toy—
you promised me four nails.

Each night you
come into my dreams,
your face is menacing
and your heart is black.

I cry out in terror—
I'm not the promised one,
but you holler and tell me
I have no choice.

When I became a man,
How I loved the Rabbi's daughter!
But you took her away from me
and passed her on to other men.

I died a thousand times
when I heard her cry in shame.
I died thousands more
when I saw her close the drapes;

and, in that house with a red lamp
burning in the window, I hear Mary
weeping for a death foretold.

Hear me, I love my father;
I am not your son;
I make crosses to kill your prophets;
I still want the Rabbi’s daughter.

And yet I know... I must die tomorrow.