I saw them hauling...

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem about spiritual speculations.

Submitted: May 15, 2014

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Submitted: May 15, 2014





I met them hauling

their burden through suburbia,

Two men and a cross,

remembering an ancient crime.


Sandals dusty from a

lost afternoon,

faces peering from doorways;

the guards looking bored


Another man; the same burden,

the mystical agony

of flesh becoming Word


The sky didn’t darken

with thunder;

The curtain wasn’t rent asunder,

no Father forsook his son.


Yet, as they passed,

something changed

Making the air electric

 with questions;

becoming the only question


What is this life

that begins with a death?

May 2014.


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