Sam Silva

Jesus Dies on a Park Bench Somewhere

How in the blue sky did they not know me?!!! mind pours out like wine
opens on to the mouth of the grasses. How
did they think me evil? I was so like them
but with primitive honesty
feeling the grief's of iniquity, guilelessly Christian
and democratic, in love with the cities
and in awe of the huge heartland
...for I have also waited
till knowing that unfortunate subject
of colder hearts than mine
...waited and pondered
till smoky time
finally stole
my breath.

Sam Silva © 2010