rosalinda flores martinez Poems

Shimmering white angel
dust and honey
flow on me
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Darkness paints empty spaces

Tombs white as snow,
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I must never rest,
I have to clean the house
Serve my masters
Feed the chickens
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Station 1: Jesus is condemned to death

You were betrayed Jesus
Even by trusted friends
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When would you seek my face

and drink my blood,
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Miles of travel sweeping us
To a journey yonder the market.

Screams of whining people
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She broke the glass,
She and her wicked teeth broke it,
Her gums did not bleed while
She swallowed the chips.
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Tonight, I shall set myself free.
I want to see some spurts of blood
from my hands so what would come
is a fine sculpture of breathing veins.
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All listen to the argument of

Adam in your sacred mouth
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Master

Let us be zealous and persevering in work,
Serve one another,
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