Since When

In the womb of Beelzebub
There I rest
In a foetal dream
Suspended in the ignorance
Of bliss
And the red haze of half light
And umbilical certainty
Waiting

Named before my birth
And killed before it, too.
Indelibly - this name’s Inscribed
And told to me before each meal
And at each telling off
And so this ‘who’ appears
With perked up ears
And bows at the bark of authority

But since when does the birdcage
Sing to the bird?

Clinging to the tassels
And sandal straps of Christ
I grovel, for almost half my life
And beg for healing
From the ailment of a name
Only to find out
His name is also Yeshua

Named before his birth
And killed before it, too.
And so the Christ now
Is no hero.
And I am once again
Entrapped
Without a hope of second birth
Bowing at the feet of authority
Still

But since when does the birdcage
Sing to the bird