Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Poem During the Plague: Poem 46

Jim Dunn

Jim Dunn is the author of Soft Launch (Bootstrap, 2008), Convenient Hole (Pressed Wafer, 2004), and Insects In Sex (Falling Angel Press, 1995). His work has appeared in several publications, including spoKe, PolisBright Pink MosquitoThe Processeoagh, Gerry Mulligan, Cafe Review, summer stock, Art & Letters, CWHOBB, Molecule,  and elsewhere. 

As Good A Friday As Any

I almost forgot it’s
Holy week somewhere
Good Friday seems
Like everyday
Is just like

To stay in the house
From 12 -3
Three hours was 
An eternity of torture
For my brothers and I
No meat allowed 
And forbidden

We could only leave the house
To serve  as Altar boys
At St. John of the Cross
For the Passion of Christ
The  “Way of the Cross”
The “Via Crucis”  

Today, death stays on the other side of street
Walking against traffic as I clap like a monkey
To the empty street in honor of the brave

Jesus came down at 3, his shift was done
He said good night to his father
Went to bed wounded
Behind a boulder of worry
His last belongings lost in a bet
His coronation the crown
INRI in God we trust
Indoors we rust
In silent machines

Jesus awoke on Sunday
And the world was alive
The world was revived
He greeted the day
With outstretched palms
The boulder wasn’t lifted
It just rolled on.
Spring was in the air.

1 comment:

  1. "The boulder wasn't lifted
    It just rolled on."