let us marvel at
Pope Leo XIV formally accepting the papacy
and looking as if he is reading out the football results to
the Monsignor on his right who is looking across at
the bored-looking (or petrified) Monsignor to his left;
the adolescent-looking Swiss Guards in their swell get-up;
the insignificance of the line of five humans below
the vast bronze sculpture (?) of a perfect adolescent male
rising out of a shrivelled, climate-changed Amazonian forest
(or a tangle of dried giant seaweed),
wearing a tastefully-arranged gauzy robe around his hips,
genitals and legs, and a bizarre piece of dinosaur
skull on one side of his coquettishly-cocked head.
He is very definitely not physically damaged by his
Crucifixion Experience – and definitely not dead.
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