A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Holy Tuesday

It must have been trying
telling parable after parable
looking into their dead eyes
healing and feeding them
delivering soulful speeches
that fell on deaf ears.

How could you know
how your words would be twisted
how your love would be poisoned
how your race would be decimated
how the churning wheel of human history
            would grind it all to dust?

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