I saw a man the other day
to my surprise
suspended from a single dot
floating in the sky.
He was attached to it
by hands and feet
nailed through. He looked
dreadfully contorted.
Perhaps the dot had fallen off
some broken line or other.
It drifted past on the wind
the expression on the man’s face
indescribable. I shouted
up to him
is this the second coming
or just another day
of human history ?
His eyes rested on me
and my heart rose.
© Rogan Wolf, Easter 2016