CRUCIFICTION DAY, OR AN EASTER EULOGY

By Raymond Moreau

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.


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