After Luke 4:16-30
His words poured
into our ears
like molten
lead, heat and agony
and pain slicing
our souls,
this one we’ve
known since childhood
who’d never
given a sign
of disrespect,
his words edged
in anger as if
we were the ones
at fault, the
ones blaspheming,
instead of the
disdain pouring
from his mouth,
pouring
on our ears,
such dishonor
never heard
before. And we knew
this traitor in
our midst
must die.
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