Church Of The Robotic Jesus

The all metal Jesus with upraised hands
Reaches to the ceiling that is shaped
Like a Ouija board pointer
Pointing to Alpha and Omega,
Intertwined with the Borromean Rings,
At Communion the Robotic Jesus takes off,
Saying loudly, "I am the Beginning and the End,"
Flying overhead
Through the Twelve Stations of the Cross,
Lurching along
Making loud noise,
Spewing out hot sparks
Like a Buck Rogers spaceship,
The painted-on heart of Jesus
Surrounded by black lightning bolts,
His tinny face unsmiling
As he sails through the pseudo-heavens,
Smoky red eyes
Looking for the Protomartyr
In the faces of the crowd,
Who crawls between the pews
Wearing a cheetah's hide,
Averting his eyes from the glare
Of the Metallic Saviour.