Good Friday Poem by Allan James Saywell
Good Friday
She was sitting on concrete
No shoes, bare feet
Smoking a bumper Having a conversation
With, God knows who
Do you ever get a reply?
No, she said
With an educated voice
Well we can break bread
Share the blood of Christ
With a red wine
But I wont be washing
Or kissing those feet
Not even on good Friday
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4/25/2024 5:04:40 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So concise, so original and so beautifully human