When the Laughter Dies

It had to be.

He was nailed to a tree.

Know this when

You’re seized and bound,

Spat upon, mocked,

Scourged and crowned.

Humbly worn, you shall be

The rose to the thorns, and

When the laughter dies, and

They all turn back to

Their tellurian lives,

None shall see as

Your soul takes to wing and

Flies, flies, flies!

Reviews

[Laz K.]

It was on the news very recently that the Shroud of Turin is now accepted as real beyond a doubt. AI technology can re-create the face of Jesus, and it is a haunting, deeply moving image. Regardless of what one believes, the mystery lingers, and the enigmatic visage on the thin fabric is an indictment of the brutality and senseless cruelty of man.