Joshua Kryah
Judas Kiss
New Poems From the USA
Hands over          the rose of Sharon          as payment,

The turgid yellow flower          that began as bud

Became a tumor          burgeoning on its stem

A pallid thing          aberrant amongst the crowd
drawing near

Pointing at his skin          how it does what it does

The life of it          ruddy wound opening, closing

The sky rent          its saints disbanded

Loosed from their casement

One by one

His body          its partition of bone