disturbed my mammal eye.
made me swear a dragon
could leap from
a wooden body
and scorch me raw;
eyebrows and hair.
The day of Jesus washing feet’s today,
a day when everything’s replete today.
I’ve gobbled fruit and vegetables down
and made a last attack on meat today.
My stomach’s full, my teeth have done their work
so now’s a time that we could meet today.
Can we tell our truth in love and coldness
or fire up anger, lies and cheat today?
All circles start and finish on a rim
and round and round we could repeat today.
It’s warm in sunshine, colder in the dark
and air is shifted up by heat today.
A smoke ring turns, expands and spirals up;
a day when everything’s complete today.
Together, we march like frail
wheat brushed by breath
on the day that Jesus fell
- the Friday of his death.
A procession sways for an hour,
a thousand people strong
and an empty cross with flowers
suggests that he has gone.
It’s obvious - but still that old shock
of death, a rising sob, an ache,
until a group of women gossip,
yak, distract my mind in a race;
closing up my heart as we step
to the rhythm of a funeral pace.
My mates mean no harm
- they just lit a mock Judas
with fireworks and a petrol flame.
After all, we’re his enemies
so why not dance and kick ass,
enlightening all the darkness?
He sold the Big Man short
by dobbing Him in to the guards
so, when the fire dies,
we’re strong and hard enough
to torch this place
with a blaze of our own tough love.