Lynn Simms Poet I do not know?

Stations of the Cross

"Spectacles, Testicles, Wallet & Watch,"
and everyone laughed, as he pointed
to each location.
Irreverent,
to some,
but in the rhythm,
a silent prayer.

No God could control him;
have him tow the line,
put fear of retribution,
or threaten him to a life
stoking the coals for Beelzebub.
He would give you the shirt off his back.
Comfort those he didn't know and
face death square on,
while laughing it down, to his last breath.

Courage, unending love for mankind, for life,
today, they talk of his character,
his gentle manner, and kind and humorous
heart.
With respect for his decency,
they honor him,
and still laugh at his jokes.

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