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, Polis, Bright Pink Mosquito, The Process, eoagh, 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

Sunday

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

Outside

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.