Corpus Chavez

A Poem by riskrapper

Hugo Chavez deserves his heavenly rest

They're
doing it again.

They're gonna stuff

the corpse of

Hugo Chavez and

put it on display

in a glass case.

Why?

They did it to Lenin.

For 80 years he lay

on a bed of flowers

in a glass topped coffin

lazin away the days

in the Kremlin Wall

before they locked

him away behind

closed glasnost doors.

For those eighty years
Lenin's comrades
paraded his
corpse around

like an extended
Weekend at Bernie's;

raising old Ilyich

to mouth every

dictatorial diatribe

uttered by the

deathly stale

bread breath

of Stalin and all

the petty knockoffs

that followed him.

V.I. did a lot of

talking for a

dead man, serving

the dictatorship

of the proletariat

with valor and

distinction.

They did it

to Mao,

reminding all

happy Chinese Proles

that great peoples

revolutions must

dutifully mind

the unerring

instruction of

the secular deity;

resting assured

that progress is an
historical

dialectical
inevitability

proceeding apace

until classlessness

is realized in every

Hunan rice paddy,

Shanghai noodle

factory, Mongol

Steppe Village

and Buddhist

Tibetan Temple
in the glorious
workers paradise.

As of this writing Mao

hasn't been heard from

since the
Gang of Four

walked the last
Capitalist Roader plank.

Lady Mao

indignant to the end,

coolly quipping final zingers

from the Third Edition

of the Little Red Book as

last death sentence breaths

escaped her charcoal stained

great leaping forward

lungs.

As always

Deng Xiaoping

got the final

laugh, counting

heavenly

Renmibis;

his yuan

piling up faster

then the number

of displaced

peasants

clogging the

streets of

The People's

Republic
new and improved
discount cities

beggin for jobs
at a toxic
iPod
factory.

Crafty

Deng bought

the copy rights to

Mao's Quotations
his profit driven
start-up

fills

fortune cookies
with the

Chairman's

wise maxims

eagerly consumed

by the country's

burgeoning

class of
happy

lunch time

capitalists.

By the
waters of the Nile
they stuffed dead

pharaohs with

with onions,

spices and

frankincense

and buried em

in billion dollar

pyramids.

When a pharaoh

crossed the River

Styx the expense

was justified

because of his

station in life.

The undertaking
also served as a

shovel ready

infrastructure

improvement

initiative for

idling slaves.

The humongous

public works project

didn't do much

for the economy back then

because the wages of

slaves don't go too far;

but through the

expanse of
expired millennia

the strange fruit of
chattel workers

is a proven boon

for tourist trade in the
Valley of the Kings.

Its a bit unfortunate

that enterprising

grave robbers daring

the risk of the mummies curse

and imperialist archaeological

pillagers wouldn't let the

league of buried

Pharaoh's -like

young King Tut-

to just
RIP.

..and then

there's the case of

Sweet Jesus...

Half of America
believes him to be
Chairman Emeritus
of the GOP,
authoring a gospel
of righteousness
in the party platform,
sprinkling holy water
on the even the
hardest edges of
free market capitalism.

Though
his body was

lifted to heaven

on Ascension Day

Jesus
remains

the main course

at the festive Eucharist

every Sunday morning.

Pious priests

transubstantiate
sacrosanct wafers

say its the Lords Table

but they act more

like its their own.

Wrapped
in riddles
within sacred
paradoxes
exclusionary

catholic churches

refuse spiritually
starved pilgrim's
slices of happy meals
if they ain't down

with their
righteous
creed.

I recall
Jesus feeding 5,000
soul staved people with
seven loaves and five fishes
and had enough left overs
to feed every famished
woman and child
in Biafra;

don't remember Jesus
checking membership cards
before filling their bellies
with wholesomeness;

but the
pious padres
parsing out
the holy loaves
remain quick to draw

heinous crucifixes

believing in the

holy justice of

their crossianity
to ecstatically

bludgeon a

fallen heathen...

some Muslim

fundamentalists

do the same thing

a Hidden Imam
been walking
the earth since
the death of
The Prophet
Muhammad
(PBUH)