Friday, June 22, 2012

Love is Pain

(a poem for Good Friday)

You on a dark
long road
the black hanging shapes
of clouds and branches before you
the stones beneath your
feet pressing into your flesh
night and desperation thundering in
your ears and

The burden splintering
burying itself in your shoulders
leaving red tracks in the gathering

          A tree planted in the earth
          gives life:

          Dead limbs
          with nails hold
          living limbs

You on a dark
heavy cross
the black hanging shapes of
fear and death
collecting blood in the dirt under
your pierced feet
love and desperation rising from
your mouth and

The sun shattering
burying itself in the ground
leaving red streaks in the brightening