a bird on a wire
anxiously tweets
outside my
Good Friday
pane

The Carl Vinson
battle group
plies the China Seas
rolling through waves
like a deadly
Tsunami

MOABS plaster
mountainsides,
commanders are
certain the right
bomb, for the right job
produced a righteous
body count

Tomahawks strafe
another Syrian
neighborhood, already
desperately choking on
the stench of corpses

“Crucify Him!”
They shout
“We want blood!”

“Give em a
good scourging”

Before we place
a crown of thorns
on his head

Let the blood drip
pierce him with
a pike, let it all
spill out

The pundits
sanctify the
sacraments
of death with
strategic acuity

Just another day
in a closer walk
with Thee, for the
Pilgrims of Sorrow

Music: Soul Stirrers,
Pilgrim of Sorrow

Painting:
The Road of Sorrows
Nina Marchenko

Good Friday 2017
Lavallette NJ
jbm