THE LEGACY OF ABRAHAM (revised version)

THE LEGACY OF ABRAHAM

emigrant of mighty Ur, city of fortitude;

longevity; grandeur; city of heavenly architecture ---

the resplendence of the mightiest of gods;

abode of ancient ancestries;

kings sunken in quicksands of turning time---

in the blaze of the mighty sun,

and in the shadow that great, great ziqqurat,

whose flesh is kissed by Nanna, the moon,

Abraham contemplated the theorem of monotheism,

the tenets of such a proposition,

and the psycho-philosophical freight

such a massive train of thought would carry:

over the lapse of

one hundred and seventy five years

this rugged man tried, and thought, and wandered,

and sought god--

there is, however, a disruption of concensus, over whether

god was ever found,

and we to this day

try to deduce concluding arguments

from the ever-morphing, thousand-tentacled

monstrosity of religion, all the questions it asks,

and the eternal inward pathos they trigger...

what does the example of faith,

the abrahamic servitude,

present us with, save from its cultural anchorage

and the sheer weight of history?

can we find within ourselves

legitimization … can we subsidize

a religion built on the blind faith

and the personal surrender of will?

I compare the birth-pangs of christianity with the nuclear catastrophe at Chernobyl;

boom, and everything goes sour;

this world; this society; this culture,

this spiritual landscape has become

so ravaged by the nuclear waste

of the Abrahamic meltdown

and the precipitating acid holocaust

bombarding entires cities with disease and decline,

that the people soon fall for solace; surrender; utopianism;
fawn lie down never to stand again; strong men fall to their knees;

crops grow downward in social angst and decide to never grow again;

weak ideals take shape like dung in the hands of a master sculptor;

birds fall to the ground hundredfold, the ethos of surrender plays with society like a puppy,

and all the swaths of land around

soon corrupt as well --- nothing is safe at all.

we should not forget that Abraham wilfully

sacrificed his son

to the glory of the hidden god --- with dear love!

supposedly god prevented this by sending his best angel to stop the ritual filicide,

as a measure, on god's part, of mercy (it is told anyway...)

but nothing can be said of Abrahams' motif, crystal as it is!

no apologetic defense legitimate enough can been presented;

god hungered for the blood of a child, it is true;
such is the arrogance, self-importance, psychopathology,

egomania, sadism and power-hungriness of this god---

and, not only that---

what does all of this tell of Abraham, the meek fucker?

is this a proper way to manage the legacy of Mesannepada? ---

in the face of the living god the opium of solace may seem nice,

and now i feel myself sometimes such sensibilities;

now i sit myself on the prayer mat

that have seen so many dishonest genuflexions

and have been wettened so many times

by all the forced tears of remorse:

the agonizing anathemata

to a god that never even fucking sobbed

over our miseries; our grievances; all our monumental sufferings;

he watches silently the pains that could surmount even the love of life;

i pray into the void --- the hopelessness that is embedding us,

and i see a

god of insolence and laziness;

god of hallow promises; god of tyranny through a deception

colder than anything measurable

on earth, in heaven, or in hell ---

hypocritical, self-important god of human sewage ---

semitic spiritual tumor, ugly and feeble---

i do not know much, but what i do know

is that i smell a rat

on Abrahams' pungent breath.

i am cleansed of abrahamic venom.

and my barbs sting at modesty.

i worship nothing

and nothing shall worship me.