Careful For The Thorns Poem by Zyw Zywa

Careful For The Thorns



Quickly, he runs down the stairs
to the budding rose bush
near the gate of the barracks

He cuts a bed of shoots
around his sandals and braids
- careful for the thorns -
of twigs a wreath

for the captive king
he will feel this crown
we'll hit it in his skull

then we'll put him down
maybe that will teach them
and we'll finally get rid of them

Friday, April 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: good friday
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
A Roman soldier in Jerusalem (in year 30)

Collection "From Sacred Scripts"
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