One candle extinguished
While another flickers
Over the emptiness of a chair
Vacated in the loneliness
Of collegial treachery.
Olive trees anguished
With clouds emptied
As tears of the Kidron
Weep over injury inflicted
By pharisaic torture.
Isaiah collapses
Under an osteoporotic spine
So we can forget
Why the servant died
For our transgressions.
All nature joins
In the sadness of Calvary
As the creation rebels
At the attack on their maker
By intellectual torment.
Trees truncated
Out of the land of the living
Sprout again
Gently endowed
With resurrection triumph.
April 2010
On visiting The Real van Gogh – The Artist and His Letters at The Royal Academy of Arts, London.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem