Holy Week
A giant papier-mâché Diablo
totters down the street,
arms thrashing,
head spitting out fireworks -
the children are afraid -
their parent's laugh
except for the deeply religious -
with them it's the other way around
the saints
are less gaudy,
quieter -
piety doesn't do
sparks and flames -
then comes the skeleton,
black and white -
he was human -
he can go either way.
- John Grey 2017
John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident. Recently published in the Tau, Studio One and Columbia Review with work upcoming in Leading Edge, Examined Life Journal and Midwest Quarterly.
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