Golgatha

I watched him die,
this γόης,
this thorn-crowned
nail impaled ψευδοπροφήτης,
this broken "Jewish king"
who’d be the ruining of Israel
if we, his covenanted people,  took seriously
his claim that Yahweh’s mandate
makes it clear
we should display
a piety that centers in
a loving non-resistance to our enemy,
the Kittim, Romans, hated conquerors,
who revel in idolatry.

He cried aloud
with his last breath,
bereft of joy
and in despair,
deserted by his “loyal” followers,
at how his “eloi” also
had abandoned him,
the poor benighted sod.

So now I see his lie,
and how deluded in his notion of the “gospel”
and the contours of his ministry
this rabid Galilean was
and that it’s utter foolishness
to think there’s some salvation
or reward in being faithful
to his cross bound understanding
of the ways of God.