But Boanerges know what they do

I woke up woundable

Didn’t realize it until

I lay there face down

In the mud of hatred

Ever-fresh as the Jews’

If not for Jesus’ throes



But nameable


In place of all haters–

I would avenge His

Deepest lacerations

And His mother’s

I, too, would hate

Yes, a good reminder

And never welcomed.






2 thoughts on “But Boanerges know what they do

  1. stbarbebaker says:

    I never heard of “Boanerges” before, interesting word, indeed. Thought provoking poem.

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