Stuck in the throat of the wind
is a song, a dirge for Golgotha;
where Mary’s eyes, like this poem
became drip lines; Peter wished
he did a cardiac arrest for the crow
that just died in the beak of a cock;
Judas was haunted by the ghost
of his murdered conscience- it
whistled non-stop in his pocket,
&sang a naked song (stripped of
its beats) like this one: “you too
Judas will be killed with a plate
of poisoned kisses; nails &hammers
had no respect for a carpenter’s son.
They sent Him off soaked with blood
& spittle while farewell songs brewed
from the shattering sounds of breaking
hearts: Mary’s, Martha’s &Lazarus’
As Jesus trekked down the streets
of the afterlife, Death found him,
hugged & hosted a blood stained guest
who mocks her every Easter with a
piercing grin and one thorny question:
“Death where is thy sting?”
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3 days ago
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