Where are you now?

It was a faded glory kinda place
Stained glass, mahogany Christ - an icon;
Plaster curling off the walls towards
Buzzing electrical heaters

Meters and meters of eclectic corners
- no space wasted -
Tasted truth, then 'what is truth?'

Who can we blame for the death
Of a healer of the lame
An unwinder of the blind,
Now curled in a stone embryo?

A close friend, who, desperate to reconnect, gave him a chance?
'Betrayer' the Daily Mail might dub.
Two men responsible for the stability of a people?
Gracious! Necessary!

Are we friends? Dominators? Both?

And then: the thinnest precipice between tears and tears.
Between plaint and cheer.
Where are you now?

Raised up thrice
- on tree, from cave, to Somewhere Else -
Staining us all in blood and wine,
Crumbling rice crackers
And Temples - what a cracker.
No joke, but a cracker.