Binding the Strong Man

And Jesus asked him, "What is your name?" He replied "My name is Legion, for we are many." 
Mark 5:9

The emaciated voice crept naked amongst tombs,

dark skin clung to bones set unnatural, broken and bent

body hijacked, thrown to the ground in convulsions.

Dark skin accented with violet bruises, crimson cuts—

a legion of scars collected dust, unable to heal.

This was past, present, and future.

Then the voice became a man, and the man ran to tell

a future interrupted, an empire disturbed, a prisoner free,

a corpse alive: ominous happy news.

The testimony came days later along the lakeshore,

the beach littered with dead pigs, black clouds buzzed above

each rotting carcass, clothed with dark green hairs

undulating in the current, hooves lifted up,

bellies bloated and bobbing, bodies partially decomposed,

A drowned army washed-up along the Galilee.

And this was good news of great joy for all people.