a closer walk

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

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