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September 24th, 2013

John Hermon: ‘Good Friday’

Good Friday

The fatal hammer strikes.
The cruel spike
splinters bone,
tears flesh.
Blood flows.
The man writhes.
Women gasp and turn away.

The sun rises,
birds sing,
flowers bloom,
entirely as usual.

Unreasoned darkness falls.
No birds sing,
no flowers bloom.
This is not usual.

Silent women clutch in fear.
The man hangs lifeless.
This is the death of God.

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