There lies the body of our murdered monarch.
Dare we now to wait for morning with the lark,
hoping for the death of dark and dawn of day
with blood on our hands and in our bones decay?
We have no claim, no light, no hope of hope
and deserve nothing but the traitor’s rope.
The sky is black. Where could our help come from?
And what kind of tragic kings have we become?
His mouth is closed that held the words of life
and we are forever doomed to endless strife,
for none but He could cause this war to cease.
And even we, who have been offered peace,
have spent our vote in damned hypocrisy.
What need has He for our democracy?
This is what I imagine Peter was thinking and feeling on good Friday as he remembered with pain his own words, his own misguided ambitions, and his own betrayal.
Other Bible stories from Moss Kingdom:
The Cain Series: The Birth of Cain, The Crime of Cain, The Curse of Cain
Old Testament: Some He Bruises, Some He Bleeds: A Sestina on the Covenants, Noah Wakes from a Recurring Nightmare, Abram the Pagan, For the Sake of the Few, The Deception of Jacob, The Unspeakable Name, A Sound of War in the Camp, A Lament for Michal, The Rape of Tamar and the Half-life of Joy, Numbered Numbered Weighed Divided: a Rubaiyat concerning Belshazzar’s doom, Jonah, The Years the Locusts have Consumed
New Testament: What need has He for our Democracy: A poem for Peter during his lapse, Silent Saturday, Does God still have a body?, At Simon’s House
The Letters to the Churches:
Apocalypsis, Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamum, Thyatira, Sardis, Philadelphia, Laodicea