Judas tree
He’s as brave as a coward
who condemns.
He’s as guiltless
as a liars
confession.
He’s as wise as the steps
taken on the plank
whose ends
he knows
are death.
He falls
like a bullet
descending,
with no intentions
to relent.
And,
he swings
like a child
who’s
lamenting
with his face down
in a desolate playground.
He rocks
like an old
wooden chair, left alone
on a parched wood floor
squeaking like a rusted door,
spent
too many days in the rain.
He creaks like a
dead tree.
Billows groans
thru a somber forest.
Swaying back and
forth
in a subtle
breeze.
Winds whistle songs thru his
hollow bones and skull, like
ancient natives playing wooden flutes.
He hangs as
heavy as a weary mans chest
downcast
his face!
Wishing he could change the past
Wishing he could run away…
He hangs-
He hangs.
He slips into the noose
of self defeat. . .
He hangs with a hopeless
sorrow -
dangling
strangled
from the Judas tree.
Bitter shame
Rots his bones
to the marrow.
A victim
of his own
demise.
Crows plucking at his blackened eyes
Once beloved, yet
departed
like a lifeless limb,
bruised and black
from decay, crum-
bling
to pieces- in-
dismay.
Back against the deserts setting sun
Behind a bold and tragic
Silhouette. . .
His countenance-
a saddened shadow;
Behold
The Man
Who wallowed
in regret,
Who cast his jewel
before the swine, trading in his life
for a chattering-chapped
Skeletal wind chime- gripping
30 pieces of silver with
bony fingers,
he
hangs,
he
twists,
he spins.
Raven forsaken scarecrow
Iscariot betrayal.
Restless,
suspended above the earth
for the fowls of the air,
he lofts a wreaking scent that draws
the dogs to his feet.