A. D. Winans

Easter 2006

A late fall storm rides the coat-tails
Of early winter
Dancing with the whistling wind
God speaks with crackling thunder
Jesus spits lightning
The Holy Ghost not to be out done
Sings a lullaby in tongue
That mows down all in its path
As a sea of fallen harlots gnaw
At the flesh of rotting metaphors

Jesus nods off on a replica of a Roman Cross
The evening restless as the Last Supper
As God rocks the universe with a heavy metal song
The thirteen disciples handing out cookies and milk
To the gathered crowd who watches a thief
Twist on the cross
As a cloud of corpses rains down from the sky