(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
heart
The burden
splintering
burying itself in
your shoulders
leaving red tracks
in the gathering
dust
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
heart
The sun shattering
burying itself in
the ground
leaving red streaks
in the brightening
sky
