I carve my defiant, raging pulse <br />In basalt rock on the Mount of Skulls, <br />My Christ, the poet I adored, <br />I sold you, Lord. <br /> <br />I dreamt every dream that pierced your heart, <br />I lived as your soul, your counterpart, <br />I crowned you, I of all the men, <br />I loved you, then. <br /> <br />Now I have sold you, almighty king, <br />For Life is my love, my everything, <br />For I have mighty visions too, <br />As poets do. <br /> <br />Your sacred lips do not fan my fire, <br />Not for me your hallowed empire, <br />A girl wants money, silks to wear, <br />She wants me there. <br /> <br />Am I so mean? Life is demeaning, <br />Has the Word lost its wondrous meaning? <br />Why am I lured and mortified <br />By paid delight? <br /> <br />I toss my carved rock to the abyss, <br />The earth will tremble for centuries <br />And future doomed, dejected eyes <br />Will empathize.<br /><br />Endre Ady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/judas-and-jesus/
