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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:
Sadly surreal.
We do live in interesting times.
This one is great !
Thanks!
Mr. Pilate had issues, though.
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