In all our sanctuaries we sit at risk

Easter 2016


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