Wile E. Coyote & The Living Christ

   
   "Wile E. Coyote & The Living Christ"   
    
   After the Living Christ, possibly, enraged the proud, inaccurate theologians of His time, they violently attempted to throw Him off a hill or cliff, and in my bizarre opinion, I can see the Virgin Mother's sincere concern for Her Son's Life--a saving physicality filled with Holy Blood.  
   Specifically, as Wile E. Coyote continued to perpetually resurrect himself after getting driven off many a cliff while pursuing his quasi-Eucharist, the antagonizing tongue-sticking Road Runner--a cartoon-like, demonic bird hellbent on bullying the coyote's need for a living sustenance, yet Wile E. Coyote never truly perishes.  A perpetual, intrinsic divination to live on more than bread alone--as Christ mentioned.
   And while cruelly considered vile vermin, though not injuring or killing nearly as many people as have domesticated dogs, this thriving beast continues upon a path of eternal resurrection.
   
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The coyote or Barking Dog sings at the cheese-glimmering Moon,
Having fangs of life to receive the holy boon,
And every Good Shepherd needs a sheep dog,
Unlike the impurity of the mud-rolling hog;
Plus, while death for wisdom is birthed by the American Indian coyote,
So is regeneration of life, like Italian artists getting fueled by ravioli--
Nothing braves more envious contempt than an unerring survivor,
Like Christ denying the riches and fame of a reptilian miser.