Friday arrives;
nosedive, drive
nails into boards,
an insect pinned: dissected.
Tread water in concrete puddles.
By Saturday, his apostles huddle
around the dawning birth.
earth drank
the sanguine song he sung.
as he hung,
the thorn in his side
subsided into his lungs.
Sunday came, before long,
when lovers gone wrong
lift cast-iron casket, a basket full of rusted lead
on a bed of plastic roses.
Monday,
he arose and awoke,
exposed he spoke
combustible neon gas,
blasting barbed-wire grins
setting fire to the briar patch of past sins.