Thursday Poetry: Alleyway Jesus


statue   He staggers from shadows  to bright sun.

They look away when he speaks,

Pretending

 He’s not there

Tho’ he’s near enough

To repulse them.

Stubbles glistening, 

Worn out eyes

Crying,

 A voice, promising,

“When our own demise

Doesn’t scare us anymore,

We’ll know how to love others.”

Wisdom of a 5150,

Removed by police

So life can return

To normal.

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