Resurrection (Part II of Triops)

They looked at my three eyes and said

Child

Your extra eye causes you to see phantoms

And imaginations

That aren’t there

Please allow us to help you.

Anyway

To look at you with three eyes

Troubles us greatly.

But I said “No”

Do not condemn me in this lifetime

As you have condemned yourself

By your self-mutilation

Resulting in blindness

I choose to see all shown me.

Then they looked at me and said

Child

Your extra stomach is over-digesting.

You seek nourishment that is not there

Your extra stomach grinds at nothing

And over processes

Let us assist in soothing your digestion

See how smoothly our food is absorbed?

And I said “No”

I extract the nourishment of eternity

While yours slides

Without notice

From your gut

I choose to thoroughly digest

All that I take within

Then they looked at me and said

Child

Your brain is smoking

That can’t be good

Your mind is overtaxed

Clutching at the vain imaginations

Your overexerted brain has manufactured.

Here

Allow us to sprinkle this holy water

And quench your fire

So that you may rest peacefully.

But I said “No”

Do not attempt to drown my thoughts

In your false holy water.

Your baptism is no baptism at all

But rather a murderous drowning

Of your unwitting victims

Who then float peacefully in death

At the bottom of your pool.

I choose to be miraculously

Aware

Then they looked at each other and said

This Child

Just listen to her

She is too sensitive

Our loving God did not intend this

Instead, He ordained we

Strike our children with rods

For their good

And kill

For sacrifice,

For food,

For sport,

For greed,

For fear,

or in the name of

Holy War

And subordinate our lessors

For their edification.

It is our duty to prosper

For the Glory of God

And should another fail to do so

Surely it is his own personal matter

And we should not interfere

No matter how his stomach growls

Or sores bleed

Or fear causes him to tremble.

This Child

See how she weeps

At a fallen sparrow?

See how she grasps at our rods

In attempt to break our source of discipline?

See how her tears flow

At our churches

At our wars

At our sacrifices?

Her two hearts have made her too sensitive

And have caused her much agony

Approaching madness

Let us help her

And silence one of her hearts

But I said “No”

I will keep my three eyes

I will keep my two stomachs

I will keep my burning mind

And I will keep my two hearts.

For without them

How will I have the ability

To know that which you do not?

How will I see for you?

Eat for you?

Think for you?

Feel for you?

How will my compassion be enough to say

“Father, forgive them - They know not what they do”?

And with a great cry of anger

They fell upon her

And plucked out her eyes

And disemboweled her stomachs

And put out her brain

And cut out her hearts

And then burned the heretic remains in a fire of disgrace

As they stood about

Congratulating themselves

On once again

Affirming their faith

They gathered closely round the fire

Until the last ember died

And with a sated sigh they said

“Let us go. We have removed this poor diseased soul

And sent her to the one true God.”

They coughed in attempt to clear the smoke from their lungs

And they beat their clothes
And shook their hair

But it had invaded every atom of their being

Without their notice.

And on the way back to their homes

One stopped by the wayside

His eyes unexpectedly filling with tears as he said

“Oh-

Look at this poor sparrow that has fallen -

Perhaps we should help him...”

When once there had been darkness for a time

Now God moved across the face of the waters and said

“Let there be Light”

And it was so.

                                              ---unAsleep