The Disciples in Gethsemane

They're like long shadows that stretch on like underwear
and then they tare and they throw themselves away
into a self shovelled abyss, "Hello down there!"
And you see the hand come up like Swamp Thing
about to attack, but just a wave, dripping wave
legs like roots and toes like worms
the darkness is a cushy couch for two eyeballs.
Hair, oh the hair! Draping long, moving through
the sleep breath. Sh.

The Cowboy is coming.
Abort the mission. The shuttle is crashing. Hide
in the corner. Put your head between your knees
you'll find solace there away from the world
with your skull between your two knees,
you'll find peace there with your face being squished
between your knees, away from this man,
this friend, this betrayed Fatherless man.

Then the long road. The marching. The dragging.
A tire tread on a rainless day. Just sweat
of being beaten. And the steel blades of words.
Captain Accuser is doing his deed for the day.

Friends with skeletons. Their mouths duct taped.
Friends with dolls and no one has imagination.
Friends with make believe friends but your all grown up.

Friends with hide and seekerless seekers.
Friends with holy shit kissers.
Friends with I'll never leave you leavers.

Dr. Manhattan like a tall blue bottle of tears
on a red planet with only a photograph and no one to save.
He only had the cross.