2 poems for a Friday in Lent



the ungood Friday
well through Lent

it could be Good Friday
since it is
the season so we’ll be associating
anyway

and this is an irony of good as
well
as there’s a featureless covering of gray
lacking definition
and for a word
would mean no meaning

gray to hear
gray inside as well

there is no joy under here
we scurry
rather
not like rats
rats scurry like us

a blank day without mercy like
that good
day
enacted
coming in two Fridays or so




above all other

word
the word is genesis
to tell the story
and
to have the story happen
first enacting

word that makes
that made
and keeps on creating

the word that is a person
and a telling
with
an action

all words subserve
as all matter underserves the perfect
omnipresent

a word
who is
such power in a unit of some letters
though from the alphabet
of God and should
there be another word
well
there could be three words
to realize
all others
and
by way of existing first
for all should offer meaning
as
words do
though taking care
as these words insist

and if you want
read
the first of John and following
aware of oddity regarding
words that
act
with nothing but the word
to make things happen


one little word shall fell him.
4 That Word above all earthly powers
no thanks to them abideth;

(translated) Martin Luther contending with “prince of darkness”



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