PG's Mind

Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine,
ET lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus Deus, in Sion,
Et tibi reddetur votum in Ierusalem.
Exaudi orationem meam;
Ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine,
Et lux perpetua luceat eis.

And as he laid there....
Stiff, ashy and cold
Dead, lifeless and powerless
I could feel....
Like a stream of water gushing through my nostrils...
Up into my head
My mind...
And Spirit...
I could taste the bubbling pungency of their fear
Like drowning in a lifeless pool of water;
The fear for and of the stiff, cold, ashy and...Dead.
Lifeless and powerless Jon Deathe

Forgive, O Lord,
The souls of all the faithful departed
From all the chains of their sins
And by the aid to them of your grace
May they deserve to avoid the judgment of revenge
And enjoy the blessedness of everlasting light.

I was looking at him...Through his eyes
But he could not see me...
How sad...the eyes that never failed;
The eyes that saw even those that didn’t want to be seen.
The eyes that saw behind...
Church walls; Private Bedrooms
Hospital wards; battle fields
Open seas; open fields...
The eyes that saw the thoughts of men;
The desires of hearts

Now they could not see me;
They could not see the look of disdain in my own eyes;
Utter hatred...
Total abhorrence

They were lifeless
Dead...

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus,
Dominus Deus Sabaoth;
pleni sunt caeli et terra gloria tua.
Hosanna in excelsis.

He could not touch me;
He will never touch me
Blessed are the hands stronger than yours Deathe

Your hands have taken kings off their thrones;
Left their crowns without fitting heads.
Hands that have waited at the wombs of mothers so they can receive their babes.
Hands that have executed their charge with morbid diligence
And have not considered the tears of the rich nor poor
Neither great nor small
Kings nor serfs.

How cold they seem...
How death they were

Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord.
Hosanna in the highest.

And if he could, he would have spoken with me;
Alas who is more voluble than Deathe?
Hasn’t he taken his arguments even to the very presence of the God of Heaven?
Hasn’t he prevails against the contentions of Angels?
And has he not gotten his way by the power of his mouth....
But today it was mute...
So silent...

Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem,
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem,
Agnus Dei, qui tollis peccata mundi, dona eis requiem sempiternam.


And how they wailed;
How they lifted up their voice
Howling like a starved Transylvanian werewolf at the sight of the rising moon

And they beat their chest,
They ruffled their heads
While slimy mucous dripped down their bruised nostrils.
Oh how they dusted their flowing black hooded gowns
With the dust of the trampled earth

Those who mourned the death of Jon Deathe:
Their Sorrows knew no bound
Their pain was unfathomable
Their anguish... heart wrenching

May everlasting light shine upon them, O Lord,
With your Saints forever,
For you are kind.
Grant them eternal rest, O Lord,
And may everlasting light shine upon them.
With your Saints forever,
For you are merciful.


And such was the contradiction:
They loved the one that has plagued existence with more pain than all wars ever fought;
A henchman to all manner of dis-eases
A handy friend to cruel men of all times
A noble executor of the desires of unfaithful spouses
A solution for ungrateful children
A counsellor for those who overthrow the status quo
A constant stalker of the poor
the Needy and the deprived
The feeble...
Aged

The one that to the Heavens is a curse to us
The one that to Heaven is the only highway paradise

...and the Cursed of Heaven has become the highway to Heaven

And they poured out undying love for the most feared
While in his (dead) presence nursing textural fear for him
How can you mourn someone you loathe?
Someone you fear...even on his death bed...
Such contradiction...

Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem.
Dona eis requiem sempiternam


But why cry for Jon Deathe?
The most feared of all creation
For all time
For all existence
The most feared
Most heartless
Cruel
....

Jon Deathe Is dead
The mouth of hell is stopped
The belly of the nether world churn
The daily sport of Hell angels interrupted

Alas!
Immortality is ours
Permanent Sorrow is ours
Never ending pain and cruelty is ours
To mortals it is a Paradise Lost

Deliver me, O Lord, from death eternal on that fearful day,
When the heavens and the earth shall be moved,
When thou shalt come to judge the world by fire.
I am made to tremble, and I fear, till the judgment be upon us, and the coming wrath,
When the heavens and the earth shall be moved.
That day, day of wrath, calamity, and misery, day of great and exceeding bitterness,
When thou shalt come to judge the world by fire.
Rest eternal grant unto them, O Lord: and let light perpetual shine upon them.


And on his Tombstone was written
"Herein lies Jon Deathe
He was a friend to all
Those who met him prepared loved him
Those who met him unprepared hated him
But in his bosom only those watching hated him
The refuge he gave to many...

Herein lies Jon Deathe
A friend to all..."

May Angels lead you into paradise;
May the Martyrs receive you at your coming
And lead you to the holy city of Jerusalem.
May a choir of Angels receive you,
And with Lazarus, who once was poor, may you have eternal rest.