All written in the first decade of the 21st Century, when I started writing in earnest anti-religious poetry, starting Christmas Eve 2004. I present these as still relevant, irreverent in appropriate ways that really do tackle and bring down religion, and just as timely and as well-done as my later irreligious poetry--GF.
I AM GODZILLA.
I AM GREATER THAN GOD!
by
George Fish
I am Godzilla.
I am greater than God!
For one thing,
I have a last name.
Further, I destroy cities,
I don’t just sit on a cloud
for all eternity
and fart.
Moreover, I am greater
than Jesus Christ.
I destroy churches,
I don’t allow them
to do evil
in my name.
So, who am I?
I am Godzilla!
Godzilla!
Godzilla!
Godzilla!
Godzilla,
greater than God.
A PRIEST-PEDOPHILE’S
SOLILOQUY
by
George Fish
After finishing
off a bottle
of the sacristy’s
Communion wine,
the Catholic priest
opened up
and said exactly
what was on his
mind.
“You know,” said
he,
“I reflect so
strongly,
so positively,
on the words of
our
Lord and Savior
Jesus Christ
when he said,
‘Suffer the
little children
to come unto me.’
I enjoy being as
Jesus
and having the
little children
come unto me.
And yes, they do
come,
and while they
may sometimes
feel they’re made
to suffer—”
He became
agitated
as he
interjected,
“But
remember,
they
brought
it
on themselves,
they
asked for it.
They
seduced me—”
He calmed down,
smiled,
and continued,
“What’s
far more important is,
I
will come!”
MARY IMMACULATE
by
George Fish
Mary Immaculate!
Mother of the
Son of God!
Lifelong virgin,
never touched by man.
Schtupped by the Holy
Ghost
instead.
Mary Immaculate indeed!
But tell me,
Mary Immaculate,
bearer of the Divine Child,
but also woman of the flesh,
precious for it,
vulnerable and easily
taken advantage of
for it,
how did it feel
to be told by
the angel Gabriel
that God had chosen you
to bear his Son
sans the joy of
carnal copulation?
Did you mutter to yourself,
perhaps disgustedly,
“Fuck! Here I am,
a mere fourteen,
and a virgin too,
and now I’m made pregnant?
God, why the hell
Are you making me
go through this shit?”
Yes indeed,
bearing extraordinarily
the Divine Child!
The Divine Child
come supposedly
to heal
the hurts of
the human flesh,
but
too goody two-shoes
to be born of that flesh
itself
like everybody else.
But poet Etheridge Knight
exulted that he was
Born of a Woman,
and even published
a book of poems
honoring it
by having his little book
bear that title.
Bobby Seale
openly,
defiantly
affirmed it
when he wrote,
“Everybody got here
through good old
downhome screwing.”[1]
Yes, yes, indeed!
What’s so horribly wrong
with that,
O stern, puritanical
God the Father?
What’s so wrong with that,
O Jesus Goody Two-shoes?
Is
Mary Immaculate
there
to atone for
the supposed sin of Eve,
who did nothing more
than anyone really human
would do,
exercise the mind’s natural
curiosity
and thirst for knowledge,
even if,
in naïve innocence,
it should inadvertently
transgress
Big Daddy God,
aristocratic overseer
straight out of a
Tennessee Williams play?
Is that such a crime?
A Hitler, a Stalin, a God,
or a Big Daddy
would think so,
but not a fully human being
exulting in our race’s humanity
and thirst for knowledge
and freedom.
And so I celebrate you
for your agony,
Mary Immaculate,
you yourself
Born of a Woman,
you yourself
conceived through the flesh.
Immaculate yourself
in your oh-so-human
agony and sorrow,
watching even your
Divine Son,
Jesus Goody Two-shoes himself,
die cruelly through the flesh
as nothing but
an ordinary criminal.
Mary Immaculate!
Schtupped by the Holy
Ghost
or not,
deflowered or not
By Arrogant Divine Manipulation,
or just the end-result of
the natural in Man,
I honor and celebrate you!
As I celebrate all
who are Born of a Woman,
all of us
who come to our lives
and our best selves
not through the
Divine ersatz,
but through
becoming fully
human
ourselves.
All of us,
naturally,
affirmatively,
Born of a Woman,
and not the mating product
of “virginal”
sexual intercourse
with a mere bird!
[1]
Bobby Seale, Seize the Time, Vintage Books, 1970, p. 248. Seale was a leader of the Black Panther Party.s
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