Pilgrim Overheard On The Way To Calvary Poem by Joseph Martin III

Why hello George!

It's been a long while-

summer of 75? hard to tell.

How's the wife

the kids,

the house,

the dog,

the cat,

and all that which makes

a heavenly life?



What a fine cross

you carry today.

Make it yourself?

How long did you labor

to craft something so fine?

Does its weight strain your back?

Mine feels of lead.



I say now dear George,

why don't we make a pair:

I've a hammer

you've some nails.

We'll find a perfect spot

beneath this purple night

crucify ourselves up

good and right.


1986-rev.10/4/2006