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“Still other seed fell on good soil, where it produced a crop…”

Matthew 13:8a NIV

ROTTEN

Scorched, withered, choked. Is friendship,
friendship at all, when a pitbull turns
and attacks their own with insouciance.

You thought you were on the same team.
You wore the t-shirt, made the same jokes.
Flames leapt from your scalp, tears fall

and flood around your ankles, as if you
dropped your pants. Embarrassment 
with a spotlight on you. You’re thrown

under the bus. It rolled over your pretty face.
No one talked into your ear. Of course it
is clear that the spirit of fear is mocking you.

Seed on good soil will save you. Judas
scorched, withered and choked - his ears
as if cob-earplugs, permanently installed.

Every Judas will have his day in court.
Explain then how you took the lead,
how you threw the net, took the money

or fame and ran with it. You are hot -
your popularity is at a ten…but now
your dead, and yes you will go in the direction

of your peers but no one will find you.
The tears, the flame, the panic
condemns you to the awful same.

If you’d only explored your root,
the rot inside your heart, ugliness
of a pretty face and prayed, girl, prayed.

It’s not too late,
while you live.
Long for life -
eternal life.

9/29/2022

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