Redemption Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Redemption



behind the refrigerator door
they don't have much to say
huddle don't resist
as fumbling fingers grip
whisk one of them away

oh when will the messiah come
in the form of eggs or ham or cheese
or possibly some leftover
they murmur with unease

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Stephen Brian Brady

Stephen Brian Brady

Lancashire England
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