Doctrines of Salvation

___Like a doctrine of salvation you are teaching me.
And I might teach you another one.
Each of us has our own―who knows whence―but
Is eager to
Foist it into the other one.
___Are we so important we should mutually
Be saved? Why
So stubborn once interrelating?

___Now, your ways aren’t mine. You can do without
Much I, for heaven’s sake, won’t dispense with.
Salvation’s requisites
Like some people need props to be able to love
Or otherwise be loveable.
___Sure, without it’s getting harder and harder
And I’m talking about
Love salvational.

___Agog, palm frond in hand, one dithers:
Cometh he alone or strong with retinue?
By donkey, will be a donkeytaur, half ass―and
Which of the halves to embody the holier part?
Beareth he the accessory or indeed the necessary?
___A toilet necessaire, with clippers, for the trimmings
Or salvation’s sheer accessory, equally
Bound in darkish hide?

___Days are made of
Lovelessly colored huddles
Vague unimportances. When we call it a day
Most of it was but stint, told by rote
Most is forgotten;
___Yet we both feel―and insist on it―that
When it comes to obtrusion
It comes to something. How come?

___These are tough questions, Messiah, undecidable like
Any element of truth within a foreign doctrine.
We must wait for revelation, but
In the meantime
Are just wild about beaconing ourselves.
___Shove it up, darling doctrine
Well―content or not:
This at least is reciprocal!


December 21, 2010