Injury
A Pints-with-Aquinas-inspired poem by EMG 1/22/23
One hundred and twenty lashes
Upon the chest and back
History written in linen
Though in memory the whip cracks
Thorns cover the scalp
Though the beard has been bled dry
Authorities scoff and laugh
While poorest widows cry
Wind across the skin
Like hammers with razors embedded
Beat an unbroken spirit
The Sacrifice's sackcloth falls shredded
One hundred and twenty pounds of tree
Dragged through desert and city
Admirers and defilers dog the man
His mother sobs with pity
Beaten, broken, whipped, and flushed
Spat upon, abandoned, stabbed, and crushed
Though crucified He died, the worst injury
Was a kiss from an old friend upon the cheek.
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
Keep reading
More stories from Emily Dickerson and writers in Poets and other communities.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.