At Traffic Stops And Sand Poem by Donal Mahoney

After he died on a tree, he rose
and told the twelve
before he ascended
he would return some day.

The twelve told others and they
told others and 2000 years later
others still tell others but not
everyone gets the message.
Or maybe they don't believe it.
Or maybe they just ignore it.

Some folks know who he is
but are too busy with other stuff,
buying a house or car,
watching Netflix on TV,
shooting people at traffic stops,
beheading people on sand.

The day he comes back we'll see
sheep and goats lined up on
one side of him or the other,
zillions of them, sheep so
calm, goats in a dither.

You and I will be there,
on one side or the other
and so will everyone else.
In that bright light
everyone will see the one
too many can't see now.