Little Martyrs
the colors swirl, blend in a furious vortex.
stripped of his royal robe, thrown
into a desiccated cistern,
Israel would fill that well
with his tears.
Years later in Ramah,
his mother —
Rachel would weep.
Why O Why
the sacrifice?
one child breathes —
to Egypt they would flee.
the little martyrs keep watch
as the Bethlehem babe matures.
amazed —
witnesses to the greatest
sacrifice that saved them from unfettered fate.
the cost of mankind —
the pregnant sin,
a cancerous growth
that gifts…
that Christmas child —
his heart a solo star.
his blood and tears spar
with the curse.
healing of the earth,
happily ever after.
12/3/2018
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