Corpus Christi
By bmccabe
Corpus Christi* (in memory of Matthew Shepard) “you are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie… you’re in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here…” -Angel, Sarah McLachlan “…find me a sky give me wings frozen and broken but free tell them i’m all right i’m coming home…” --this war is over, Melissa Etheridge a spot in Laramie, Wyoming found another Lamb so crucified past week; and present not, I wonder, question –pound my hands in vain and weep that Hate does creak upon the stair of Life –my life- and bound, consign’d the Child of God to die: a freak! a bruised, bloodied wreck they lifted down off split-rail fence, and monday, gaily speaks no more. just story number six tonight, crammed in, between the rest; another one of “those kind,” people say, “moral blight: shatter, and strike!” no matter, Someone’s Son. yet after crucifixion, hope dawns gay! God’s Children roam so freely, Easter Sunday! -brian f. mccabe 10/13/98 *The Sacrament; The Catholic Feast; the play, by Terrance McNally Written October 13th, 1998 © on Dec 06 2001 09:08 PM PST 0 • 1
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