do you love the show
of the recent crucifixion?
do you find excitement in the nails that pierce
the flesh of the hands of the volunteering Christ?
do you want to be the Judas of this show?
this Lenten Presentation
in a village of Passion.
I've seen how the rituals are done
purple robes, veiled women, big wooden cross
dragged in the streets,
men beating their backs until they get to be bloody and
bizarre
this cycle of tradition goes for years and on and on
till we get old and die ourselves
do you love the show of death?
have you seen yourself? Have you seen your God?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem