Judas

by

McKenna Byrne

Shaking shadows fall upon his head
As at the last the old tree creaks
And he, open-mouthed in the wind
Swings round in death
His spasm's shadow
Dancing on the bark.
O hungry eyes of death,
Witness through the wind
How he gasps and shakes,
How the robed arms flail,
How greedy palms twitch upward
Flexing fingers, desperately pleading
Toward the impassive moon.
Strained branchs groan in the night
And leaves abandon them;
Fall to the ground and glisten in grief
Between wide-scattered silvery coins.
The tongue snakes out, the neck cracks,
Hair slaps forward - curtains the bulging eyes
And the purple protusion of tongue;
Covers the face for shame.
Now all things give;
Spatter blood and sweat and foulness
Through the horror-filled air.
His soul remembering Jesus dies in fever;
The leaves remembering Judas quake forever.

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