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A Smalltown Bully
Growing up, there was a bully in my town.
I'd say, 'Mom, we should do something about him.'
And my mom would glance around like a lamb and say,
'Just stay on his good side.'
Once, we were in the yard making birds, and the bully
took the clay geese in his hands and breathed into them.
They came to life one by one, and we shouted and laughed
as they soared over us. Then the bully, with a cruel smile,
dropped his hands, and our birds plummeted– inert clay
splatting the ground.
…
Another time, the neighbourhood kids were scrambling over
the stone roofs of the huts, and one of the boys 'fell'
to his death.
Well, the boy's parents had nothing to lose and accused
the bully outright.
'The devil sent you; we know you pushed him!'
'Would you like proof?'
'Proof?'
'Yes.'
And the bully went over and lifted the burial shroud
from the dead boy and ran his hands over his body.
And the dead boy awoke and looked at us sideways
because his neck had been snapped at a right angle.
'Son?' his mother screamed.
'Tell them you were not pushed,' The bully answered.
And the boy stood there ghostly pale, his neck like a
shepherd's crook. But his eyes were horrifying because
they did not look over anything in this world, but some
vast, unfathomable, eternal chasm of perpetual night.
'Tell them, I did not push you.'
And the risen boy could not get his bearings in the land of
the living, so the bully snapped his fingers, and he collapsed
like an unattended marionette.
'Let's try again.'
And the boy sprang to life, and his eyes said, I have seen birth
and death and rebirth, and to experience both in the same day is
an abomination.
It went on like this as the people screamed, and the cattle screamed
and the horses bolted, and the scorpions circled our sandals.
And finally, after being dragged from the netherworld a tenth time
the boy whimpered, 'He did not push me,' and the bully snapped his
fingers, and the boy slumped over once and for all.
…
They tell me he now has a cult of followers. He goes into synagogues
and takes impure spirits from the possessed. They tell me he still
has his powers of reanimation and uses them for 'good'.
In a town called Bethany, he raised a man named Lazarus, who had been
dead for four days.
They tell me he is our Salvation, but I have seen him in his youth,
and I have seen his methods.
If he is the new God, I will remain a pagan, and you can burn my body
and cast my ashes to the wind so they may blow far from this land.