How it went
By Patrick T. Reardon
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It was Amen. Finger in the
dish. Bread, broken. Cup,
given. Blood, flesh.
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The wind was not empty. The angel knew the score.
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The kiss, the sword, the healing in torch
shadows.
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Testimony. The right hand and the torn robe.
Deny, deny, deny — the rooster.
Crucify.
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Silver planted in the Field of Blood.
Tree grown in the Skull Place.
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They feared a riot. She feared a dream.
He couldn’t see the point so he put his hands in the dish.
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Eloi, eloi, lama sabachthani.
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Was that
the still
small itch
of a sound
that Elijah
heard as
I let go?
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Patrick T. Reardon
4.15.22
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This poem was originally published by Calla Press on 3.10.22
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