Friday, April 10, 2020

Mrs. Pilate Posts a Bikini Selfie - poem

Lawrence Hall
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Good Friday in the Virus-Time

“…forgotten as a nameless number on a list that afterwards got mislaid”

-Doctor Zhivago, p. 503

The Altar is bare; broken are the mysteries
Our Lord is buried deep within the pyx
A stone of shame is rolled against our hopes
The night is foul with evil whisperings

How do we know? It’s on the television
That’s all that's left to us – sharp images
Of Darwinians dancing on mass graves
While keeping a social distance of art

Mrs. Pilate posts a bikini selfie -
Broken are the mysteries; the Altar is bare

4 comments:

Verlie Burroughs said...

Sadly surreal.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

We do live in interesting times.

Anonymous said...

This one is great !

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

Thanks!

Mr. Pilate had issues, though.