Traitors

Sorrow wired into blood and soul

Bethlehem sucked into heart shaped hole.

Death – a gift forced between child’s lips

A cup passed on from which to sip.

Lifelines burnt from little hands

Blown-glass world now dirty sand.

Evil plays with mortal law:

Life and death pass through the same door.

Wolf howls long; lost children scream

Adult starves on drunken dreams.

I’m returning what never belonged to me

Let’s all meet under the Judas tree.

How I long at last to say:

Father it is finished

Mother it is finished.

Originally written 2006; revised 2020