Oh, why hast thou forsaken me, O Christ?
We, born of the same womb,
Suckled at the same teat,
Seen the same first light from the same vantage?
I, too, feel betrayed.
You strained for a higher purpose
And neglected our fraternity
I cannot forgive you for such a crime.
The rage I feel is real,
The envy is murderous,
The disdain complete
The separation irreconcilable.
The father you mention is, assumedly, also mine
Our seed is of the same origin
This is no immaculate conception
We had the same bloody birth.
Our mother may have belied her betrothal
With a tryst.
And lain with a man more visceral than this god
Of which you speak.
Yet, still I will claim our brotherhood.
Yet, still I will acknowledge our lineage
Yet, still I will feel the same kinship
But always you will be : kin but less than kind or kind.