This is a slightly revised version of a poem published by Parousia Magazine in 2018. We thought to share this with you in the spirit of Easter. Enjoy this sizzling Easter poem!
Stuck in the throat of the wind
is a song, a dirge for Golgotha:
where Mary’s eyes, like this poem
became drip lines;
Where Peter wished
he could resuscitate the three crows
which died in the beak of a cock;
Where Judas stood,
haunted by the ghost
of his murdered conscience-
as it whistled in his pocket,
singing a naked song (stripped of
its beats) like this one: “you too,
Judas, will be killed with a plate
of poisoned kisses;
the same way those nails &hammers
showed no respect for a carpenter’s son.”
The Master was sent off soaked with blood
& spittle & phlegm & tears
Farewell songs brewed in broken hearts:
Mary’s, Martha’s & Lazarus’
The Master arrived the streets
of the afterlife, Death received him proudly
like a new captive, an extra feather in its cap
but the Master rose on the petals of the Easter morn,
leaving a note for the proud captor,
“Oh Death, where is thy sting?”
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