Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Hired Hand

Judas may have been the trigger man,
but no less than we
who pay him in installments.
God watched that one-man marching band
perform in the rain as
impatient paparazzi hid out in Potter's Field,
and St. Bernard watched from his perch,
contemplating rescue.
Later, on a cheaply inscribed wooden slab,
the Iscariot family honored his requested epitaph:
I cannot play tennis,
I am not an artist,
but I can do something...
I can love.

Copyright (c) 2007 Gary Brown

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