"All that mankind has done, thought, gained or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books."
-Thomas Carlyle

by Daniel Morgan

Jesus with his hippie hair
Set long and dark o'er olive eyes
Had a love like me for winter days.
And the horizon blazed between
The deadened limbs that soon would bloom
As once the only tree (of two
That had no seed), it struck down man.
In time, the wood was nailed to Man
Again, and in the pulpy flesh
A peeling from the trunk was cut
And inked in blood and handed out
To everyone in paper leaves.
And now when all the world is white,
I think the leaves have clothed His sons
In seamless robes and words of light
Before his downy hair and olive eyes.