‘Eli Eli Lama Sabachthani?’ [Psalm 22:1]

I’m experimenting with committing to paper passing thought-clouds – extemperaneous mullings. Some will work out better than others but it’s all good fun:)


Easter Sunday

from long neglected cathedra
across empty barren holy squares
scrawny men in giants’ robes
pronounce tumbleweed words
of everlasting hope
through microphones
to statues, icons,
pecking scavengers alone
 
at Beachy Head
 
flocks of hopeless
cast off their cares on trampolines
and calling out, ‘Geronimo!’
back-drop half-twist
to the rocks below.

© coolhermit 2020
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