A reader's de profundis
in my reading of the moment i have learned
The figure next to christ in da vinci’s last supper
(a painting i have actually seen in a milan church
Fragilely restored) is a woman – an honour earned
By mary magdalene who (according to research)
Turns out to be christ’s wife – hang on what a whopper
Cry those who can’t contemplate centuries of teaching
Down the drain – who suck up to the precious thought
Of divine purity (eternity’s abstention from all
The dirty business of the body) pasteurising preaching
Let christ stay a product of the time before the fall
(da vinci had a darkness different from what’s taught)
Mona lisa (amon-isis) – enigmatic smile and code
For male and female balance – offensive to the powers
That ran the bible their way (hoodwinked future ages)
Turned the bright sun black to mask the path they strode
Wrapped their
Before which (even today) the congregation cowers
Da vinci was an artist scientist (probably a necromancer)
Had his own black sun – dabbled in the anti-matter
That official truth hates (creates) – that nurtures riddles
Through passageways that breed the ill-reputed answer
(soiled honour’s defence against sly caesar’s fiddles)
Hissing its way lightwards through conspiracy chatter
Christ had a woman at his right hand – locked together
(so da vinci had the painting say) like the letter m
The rumoured whore redeemed – the partner siamesed
Into the one flesh – sharing the equal tragic tether
The whole edifice of the holy roman church teased
Into collapse – virginal rose snapped at the stem
Not that it seemed to make a difference – the vatican
Da vinci stayed honoured in the breeches the word advanced
Though its priests wore skirts – the brutality of man
Multiplied its converts (scientifically enhanced)
Not one power in the world changed its dirty dispositions
Yesterday was aeons ago – tomorrow’s loath to come
No one really cares if magdalene was wife or whore
Da vinci is someone to gawp at – all’s mutable (unreal)
What’s truth – we still know bugger-all (live by rule of thumb)
So educatedly dumb can’t trust what we think know feel
A thriller brought this on – half opened a not-there door
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