Berlin
An Excerpt from the Poem "The Man Who Sold the World"
ii.
Meanwhile
In the American Sector
A small cermaic
Statue of The Christ
Hidden by muscular
Candelabra arrogantly
Thrusting toward the vault,
A post-war knockoff
To replace a priceless
Treasure survived the
Allied Bombing to fall
Liquidated by the
Battle of Berlin
Begins shedding real
Tears of
Blood.
And the assistant
Sacristan:
Young priest/Father
Confessor,
Believes
And keeps the secret
As his Soviet handler
Has taught him:
"Never talk.
Think, but don't speak.
Never trust, but
Believe in me."
He keeps his trap
Shut.
A sign from heaven
Yes, he believes,
From heaven above:
Just for him
To comfort this
Judas on the
Journey to the Tree
In the orchard.
Copyright © Jon Hopwood | Year Posted 2009
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