Poem from:

home more or less by Paul Casey

More Details

Imagining what Jesus would think

Casey, Paul

for Louis Mulcahy

I realised I’d had a dual relationship 
                       with an image of him

I had feared and doubted him.
I had loved and adored him.
I imagined how we’d meet.

I wouldn’t mind a glass or two
of red with him
now, or in the future sometime.
How different would he be
to his unaging persona?
How would he react to his impact 
since he left the world?

Heaven has better things to do
than worry about a paranoid little planet.
Jesus would soon be fed up with us 
this time round. Sláinte, a Jaysus!

And what would he think about?
How to ...
heal psychosis?
Fix the human condition?

Deep in the vibrant yellow of stagnation
my own cousin waits to help me
It’s Lugh, she says.
Lugh’s mighty, I reply,

he could jump right out of myth
and I’d be him
his offer of light an opiate
I realise I’ve been seduced by raw power.

Give me rather, Amergin
here, where I can shelter
his copper eyes
from the sharp future
and bathe his tongue
in honeyed flame.

Copyright © Paul Casey 2012

Please turn on speakers
Download this MP3

Salmon Poetry Home Page The Arts Council Salmon Poetry Home Page The Arts Council