National Poetry Month (an Easter) Disasterpiece

 
Jesus hangs crucified on the cross. The crown of thorns bites bitterly into his flesh. Blood drips down his face collecting in puddles on his breast. Rejected and scorned, he cries in anguish from our sin.


We'd do it again you know
Jesus Hangs
Crucified

Never again to rise
Rejected then
Rejected again

I saw this
One day 
on TV

This piece was written (as one disasterpiece among many for a final project) for REL 520 Spiritual Formation Spring Semester 1997 at GFU