The King Of Thorns

 

for the burden is heavy

burnt by fire, a barren road
where no flowers glow,
he carries his cross this King of Thorns.

brutal sacrificial lamb
as miracles die,
forgive them for
this empty tomb
dull bleak dusk
against grey sky.

 

I never knew him
a stranger walks

on this dry earth.

 

And paths can be
a rocky skin

From heaven where
silent yellow lightning

 

forks the lizard eyes
mock the man,

wrapped in brown

 

dry thunder cracks

This is

 

March/April 2012.

(For Kate)