HAMMER AND NAIL
                                     A Poem
                               By J. Howard Farmer

          The time-traveler searches for the historical Jesus
          He who did not baptize;
          Our communion is not Holy.
          He finds a corpse--but will it rise?
          Sunday morning; day is dawning--the womb, the tomb:
          The nail, the Grail; the First to praise the Son.
          The corpse is still there B4 Dawn, loneliness of the All,
          So he uses his shape-shifter to become Jesus' Twin.
          And Mary sees him.
          And Mary seizes him,
          In a never-ending kiss.
          And where is Dawn when you need her?
          Crucifixated for the sin
          of resurrection 365 times a year.

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