After Magritte
Maybe that man in the painting,
Grey, upright, unfeeling,
really is the Son of Man—
Divine: of the father and of the son,
And of the holy ghost.
How did he spend his Christmas mornings as a child?
If he is mortal after all—
the kind who strolls along with an Eve at dusk:
Who is his Gabriel?
Did he ever place an offering on the desk of a Teacher?
Whoever he is, does he wash them all away,
Or rather hide behind his sins?
And is that really even an apple?
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
After Magritte
Maybe that man in the painting,
Grey, upright, unfeeling,
really is the Son of Man—
Divine: of the father and of the son,
And of the holy ghost.
How did he spend his Christmas mornings as a child?
If he is mortal after all—
the kind who strolls along with an Eve at dusk:
Who is his Gabriel?
Did he ever place an offering on the desk of a Teacher?
Whoever he is, does he wash them all away,
Or rather hide behind his sins?
And is that really even an apple?
